Jeremy Lin is officially plaguing my existence. Here's how:
Me: So dad says that all you guys are talking about now is Jeremy Lin.
Mom: I told him I should have pushed you and your brother harder when you were kids. But your dad says I'm not a tiger mom. I'm just a mouse mom.
Me: I'm glad you're not a tiger mom.
Mom: And then your dad said that I didn't need to be a tiger mom anyway. So I said, "What, you don't think we could have pushed our kids more?" And he said, "No, they turned out good anyway!" Can you believe that? So arrogant.
Me: What are you saying, mom? That you don't think we're successful?
Mom: Eh, you two are average.
Me: Average?? Mom, average people don't get PhDs and become professors. Average people don't, at the age of twenty-three, become interior designers in New York City and support themselves.
Mom: Oh who cares? Plenty of Chinese kids get PhDs. Nothing special. Jeremy Lin is also twenty-three, and now look at how much money he makes.
Me: Mom, if you're going to compare us to Jeremy Lin, you are going to be very disappointed.
Mom: I wish you and your brother were like Jeremy Lin.
Me: ...
Mom: Okay, I have to go now. My Qi Gong class is starting! Bye!
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