Recently, Yale Law Professor, Amy Chua has been whipping the blogosphere into a frenzy with her newly released book ‘Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother’ and provocative promo piece – the WSJ article ‘Why Chinese Moms Are Superior’. (An exception to the rule – my fellow bloggers Anderson and Phil have simply gotten hot and bothered by her MILF-y appeal and tough love modus operandi.) In a nutshell, she proudly divulges the details of her strict disciplinary approach and suggests that this style of parenting is not only typically associated with Chinese parents but also, produces winning results as evidenced by her two musician prodigy daughters. Her article has hit a nerve as she’s been accused of perpetuating and exploiting racial stereotypes, condoning child abuse, and being reductive and elitist in her definition of success. And with all the fervor particularly around her severe parenting methods, you’d think she has everyone convinced that she’s one badass Chinese mom. (Cue 70s exploitation film music).
Double Happiness: Why Amy Chua is The Panda Express of Chinese Moms
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INTERPRETATIONS: Eternal Piece by Ryan Yang
As part of our series of shorts that caught our attention during the Interpretations Film initiative last year, I wanted to give some kudos to ETERNAL PIECE by Ryan Yang from Rolling Meadows, Illinois.
While this short film is quite accomplished for a filmmaker of any age, we were particularly struck by the fact that it was directed by a 17 year old. Guided by the elegant cinematography of Justin Capadocia of Kinema Group, Ryan created a touching tribute to those in his life who were struck down by cancer. His approach – juxtaposing the subject as a child playing piano with the melancholy sequences of him dying as a young man effectively create a moving little short. The performances are subtle and the use of the script is effective in punctuating the dramatic beats. My only critique would be that the vocals were not necessary as the simple piano arrangement and images alone were quite powerful to carry the emotions of the film. Much like the way it feels to mourn and remember the life and death of a loved one, this film evokes both the painful and bittersweet.
Double Happiness: How to Survive the Holidays Chinese American Style
We all love our families, but spending over 24 hours with them in close proximity during a time when joy and good vibes are mandatory can be a mental hazard. Here are some of the ways I’ve learned to adapt-
1. Submit to the dress code: My brother used to make fun of me when I’d come home dressed up like a flight attendant – pants or skirt suit, sensible heels, pearls and a silk scarf for a touch of color. Looking like my mother’s “mini me” was an easy way to preempt any clothing critiques.
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Live to Eat
In celebration of the holidays and this week’s theme of ‘gluttony’. Here are some places that I have trouble resisting the urge to over indulge…
1. Korean BBQ: Korean bbq is dangerous. There is a kind of conveyor belt urgency that develops when high grade kobe and kalbi risks being being overcooked on the grill and suddenly one is compelled to consume a slice every five seconds. Before you know it, you’ve cleaned up that plate of raw meat and busting a mean gut.
Take This McRib and Shove It
I confess, I’ve eaten a McRib — back when I was in grade school. Back when I believed in many things – that McDonalds served food not, by-products; Santa was the harbinger of my Snoopy Snow Cone Machine; life was fair; and sex was only had by porn stars not, parents. For any of you who are remotely tempted by that corn syrup shellacked, injection molded mystery meat, I implore you to pursue these much better options to satiate your porcine cravings.
Shaken, Not Stirred
For the most part, my unconscious mind has been strong enough to evade the grasp of advertising and its influence. Rarely was I ever compelled by a tiger to buy frosted flakes or picked my brand of tampons based on how fresh and fancy-free the model looked. But while a cheap jingle is equivalent to white noise, stories via movies, tv shows, and books can trigger a Pavlovian response. Here are some of the food cravings and curiosities that I developed through my adventures in art, entertainment and literature.
Adventures in Peru: Guinea Pig – not just a pet
Just returned from Peru and amongst the food finds, had my first taste of guinea pig. Guinea pig or “Cuy” in Spanish, is for Peruvians what suckling pig is for Chinese – a glorious delicacy that is often eaten as a part of family celebrations. The texture is like Peking duck – moist meat and crispy skin but with the smoky, fatty aromatic taste of pork belly. I tried it both styles – fancy and old-school.
The fancy style was a small strip of the oven roasted rodent on a bed of polenta served at a restaurant inside The Hotel Monestario in Cusco. There was a nicely browned skin capping a fillet of tender meat, but no real sense that there was a guinea pig there. The polenta was a nice soothing touch, but However, the old-school style can be found at La Chomba – a local hole in the wall that spit roasts these pigs whole with head and everything and serves them on a bed of tomatoes with local Peruvian potatoes. Being Cantonese, I’m partial to the old-school, see your animal and tear it apart with your bare hands way of eating. The fact that there was nothing but a spit and picnic tables between you and your meat somehow made it a more primal eating experience – no fancy carved garnishes or drizzled sauces to get in the way of the meat that is best cooked perfectly and eaten simply.
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Old School Grub
I admire all things vintage (circa 1900s-1960s) – clothing, jewelry, furniture, architecture, cars, and…food. Fortunately in Los Angeles, there are still quite a few establishments that are cooking up meals that hearken back to another time – an innocent time that was pre-Atkins, pre-macrobiotic, and pre-vegan. Here are a few of my favorites-
You Are What You Eat

As a shy Chinese kid going to school amongst predominantly non Asian classmates, I was particularly self-conscious of anything that screamed “immigrant Chinese” about me. And while I’d do what I could to try to assimilate, my lunch box would always give me away. With my mother at work, it was up to my grandmother to figure out what to pack for lunch and often she would stuff stir fried rice with some left overs in my thermos and send me off. Though I loved eating my grandmother’s cooking, I couldn’t help but feel self conscious when I cracked open my Bionic Woman lunch box and suddenly the thick aroma of Chinese food would start to waft. My classmates would start looking at me like some kind of highway accident and I knew the gig was up.
Paper Pushers, Script Messengers, and Cappuccino Couriers – The Agent’s Assistant
One of my very first jobs in the film business was being an agent’s assistant. Thanks to ENTOURAGE, all my non-industry friends finally understand that after all these years, my first movie job had me running around like “Lloyd” getting bagels, rolling calls, and trying to sound chirpy and upbeat while getting kicked around. I doubt much has changed since those days except for the advent of scripts being emailed vs. hand messengered, so for those wondering what life is like as guppies inside the polished glass walls of that shark tank, here’s the good, the bad, and the ugly…
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Basquiat: The Radiant Child
In my recent binge on documentaries, I just checked out “Jean Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child” and it’s another one worth seeing. Here are the top reasons why-
1. The Julian Schnabel film ‘Basquiat’ is great but as a dramatization, doesn’t give you the chance to see Basquiat in the flesh. And while Geoffrey Wright was brilliant in capturing Basquiat’s ambition and introverted personality, there’s nothing like seeing real footage where you see Basquiat’s vulnerability. The documentary’s director, Tamra Davis was a confidante of Jean Michel and fortunately her archives of recorded conversations between them allows us a window into the real Basquiat. It’s a gift to see him reflect so candidly on his work, his friendship with Warhol, the pain of dealing with sudden fame, being misunderstood and cut down by the ivory tower of art critics and museum curators.





















