The Drawbacks of Being a Tiger Parent, Now Proven by Science

When I read the Slate headline and realized that the Tiger Mom Theory had been, as my esteemed colleague Theodore puts it, cudgeled into obsolescence, I was overjoyed. I am a lazy, indulgent parent, incapable of disciplining my brood, let alone instilling them with the levels of shame (and corresponding self-discipline) necessary to get them into Harvard. No, the way I parent, my daughters were probably going to Brown or—yeesh—Johns Hopkins. Now, it turns out, this doesn't matter, and my kids will fail to get into Harvard simply because they're not good enough, not because I wasn't harsh enough.

My first instinct on learning this news was to gloat, and I immediately forwarded the article to my wife, Jean, who was raised in Taipei, Taiwan, by a pair of doctors, and who, although she is nearly as lackadaisical as me, occasionally decides she must change. "I'm going to go Tiger Mom on her!" she'll say of our four-year-old daughter, Sasha.

Lately, though, "going Tiger Mom" has mostly meant feeling guilty about not having applied for Sasha to get into any New York City public school other than the one we're zoned for. In fact, this wave of parental regret produced only one email begging one school administrator to allow Sasha into his nonzoned school. He responded with a quick no. What Would Amy Chua Do? Not what Jean and I did—which was to accept that no for our final answer.

And so that's where we're at: Sasha and our younger daughter, Sandy, will do fine, despite/because of us, her parents. We don't need to badger and shame them into performing well. They just probably will, because we happen to care (and because we're upper-middle-class white-Asians—we have that ridiculous advantage).

But at the same time, I'm fixating on that word shame. I mean, I like it. I like the concept of shame, and of its opposite, honor, and I like the notion that members of a family should act a certain way in order not to earn the scorn of Society. This is, of course, a fast-vanishing notion. We no longer live in a world where one's bad behavior, or public failures, really has any significant impact on one's future. Sure, a drunk-and-naked party pic on Facebook might hurt one's chances making partner at Skadden Arps, but that damage can be contained; shame's ability to ruin the future is over and done with.

Of course, I'm a fine one to talk. My new book is a fairly shameless retelling of my many adventures, not all of them salubrious, over the past few decades. But then again I'm a lazy, permissive hypocrite.

But that doesn't mean I still don't think, and worry, constantly about how my behavior, my actions, and my images reflect on those around me, including my friends and family. And while shame is something I do not want to bring upon them, I want them, including my daughters, to be aware of its existence, of the way it hovers somewhere above us, like a hawk waiting to snatch up a field mouse.

Except now I can't do this. Shame is out. Apparently, it doesn't do what I thought it did. What's next, humility? Oh right, not really an American value either. Modesty? Patience? Damn, I am not doing well here.

Well, at least there's one thing I can count on: When the kids are old enough, they will be deeply embarrassed—maybe even ashamed—by their father.


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Matt Gross & Theodore Ross

Matt Gross and Theodore Ross write for the website DadWagon. Theodore Ross is the author of Am I a JewMatt Gross is the author of The Turk Who Loved Apples: And Other Tales of Losing My Way Around the World.

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