So far, 2011 has been the year of the Tiger Mom. If you don’t know what a Tiger Mom is, you should read Amy Chua’s Wall Street Journal article, “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” . Amy Chua created quite a stir with this article and with her book “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother”. While some praised her strict parenting style, many criticized her harsh methods. The debate continued with TIME magazine’s cover story, “The Truth About Tiger Moms” .
Tiger Moms are strict and push their children to succeed no matter what. This is in direct contrast to the parenting style of the Helicopter Mom. These mothers are called Helicopter Moms because they are overprotective and hover over their children. Helicopter Moms jump in to fix their child’s problems and go to great lengths to keep their child away from dangerous situations.
Tiger Mom and Helicopter Mom – the ultimate odd couple. It’s a reality show just waiting to happen. Picture this: Tiger Mom Amy Chua and her daughter Lulu are forced to live with iCarly‘s Helicopter Mom Mrs. Benson and her son Freddie. (Yes, I know they’re fictional, but I can’t out any real Helicopter Moms. Just go with it.)
This is the story of what happens when two mothers are forced to live in a house and stop being polite…and start getting real. The Real World: Tiger Mom & Helicopter Mom
[Freddie and Lulu arrive home from school]
Freddie: Hi Mom. We’re home from school.
Mrs. Benson: Oh Freddie, I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you. [gives Freddie a giant bear hug]
Freddie: I missed you too, Mom.
Mrs. Benson: I love you.
Freddie: I love you too, Mom.
Lulu: Hi Mom.
Amy Chua: Don’t “hi” me. Let’s get down to business. You had a math test today. What was your grade?
Freddie: She got an A.
Mrs. Benson: Lulu, that’s great! An A!
Amy Chua: A? A, schmay. What percentage was your A?
Lulu: 92% [hands her mother the test]
Amy Chua: [shakes test violently] 92? This is not an A. This is an A minus. This is test is garbage and you are a worthless garbage collector! I might as well use this 92% test to wipe my butt after I take a crap!
Mrs Benson: Oh no, that piece of paper is much too harsh to wipe your butt with. You should use Charmin. My Freddie has a very sensitive tushy, so I always buy Charmin for him.
Amy Chua: [mutters] Stupid American mother! [raises her voice] Lulu, I’m very disappointed in you. You have brought great shame to our family. I want you to spend an extra 2 hours studying math tonight. But that’s after you spend 2 hours practicing your violin.
Mrs. Benson: Freddie, how did you do on your math test?
Freddie: I got a B.
Mrs. Benson: Oh, that’s wonderful! You did a super duper job! [gives Freddie another giant bear hug] I’m so proud of you! I’m sure the only reason you didn’t get an A is because that teacher is unfair! I think I’ll call her up and tell her to stop putting such hard math problems on your test.
Freddie: Don’t do that mom.
Mrs. Benson: But I have to tell her to stop being mean to my baby boy. And luckily I have her phone number on speed dial!
Lulu: Great job on your math test Freddie! Your math grades are really improving.
Freddie: Thanks Lulu.
Amy Chua: LULU! Don’t talk to that stupid American boy. Stay away from him! He may poison your superior Chinese brain.
Mrs. Benson: Don’t talk that way about my little Freddie! I would argue with you, but I can’t because right now I’m on hold with Freddie’s teacher.
Freddie: I’m going to have a snack.
Mrs. Benson: Freddie, I made you some cookies and hot cocoa. But be careful drinking the cocoa. It’s very hot and I don’t want you to spill it on your lap and burn your testicles.
Mrs. Benson: I’ll just blow on your cocoa so it’s not too hot for you. And I better break your cookies into little bite size pieces so you won’t choke.
Amy Chua: [mutters] Stupid inferior American mother!
Lulu: Mom, can I have a snack?
Amy Chua: No, no snack for you! It’s time for you to practice your violin. You know the rules, if your violin concerto is perfect, then you can eat. Now, go practice!
[Lulu begins practicing her violin in another room]
Freddie: I’m going to go do my homework.
Mrs. Benson: OK. Here’s a pencil for you. Oh wait, this pencil tip is too sharp. [breaks pencil tip] That sharp pencil was an accident waiting to happen.
Freddie: I don’t need a pencil, Mom. All I need is my laptop.
Mrs. Benson: Oh! Well, don’t put the laptop on your lap. I don’t want you to burn your testicles.
[Freddie goes upstairs to do his homework]
[Lulu is still practicing her violin]
Amy Chua: NO, NO, NO! The tempo is all wrong! Lulu, your mistakes are unacceptable. You are a disgrace to this family. You are going to stay here and practice that song until it’s PERFECT! That means no food, no water and no bathroom privileges. Now, pick up that violin bow and get back to work!
Lulu: Yeah, I’ll pick up this violin bow…then I’d like to shove it up your rectum, ascending colon and transverse colon!
Amy Chua: LULU! I’m shocked…shocked at your appalling knowledge of colon anatomy! It’s rectum, DESCENDING COLON and transverse colon! Once again, you have brought shame to our family and the whole Chinese race. After you practice violin for 3 hours and practice math for 3 hours, I want you to spend 2 hours studying anatomy.
Lulu: Fine, but I’m going to practice violin in my room.
Any Chua: Fine. Now go!
[Lulu goes upstairs and practices her violin]
Mrs. Benson: You were kind of rough on Lulu, don’t you think?
Amy Chua: Not at all. I will not tolerate anything less than perfection from my children. No mistakes. I demand perfection and I will push until I receive it. My children will achieve great things in life, unlike your pussy son.
Mrs. Benson: Oh yes, Freddie’s a little pussy cat, isn’t he?
Amy Chua: [mutters] Stupid inferior American mother!
Mrs. Benson: I don’t hear any noise coming from upstairs. Oh no! What if Freddie fell, hit his head and is lying unconscious in his room?
Amy Chua: I don’t hear Lulu’s violin. She still has 3 hours of practice left!
[Amy Chua and Mrs. Benson run upstairs]
Amy Chua: Lulu is not in her room.
[Amy Chua and Mrs. Benson open Freddie’s bedroom door and find Lulu and Freddie half-naked in Freddie’s bed]
Amy Chua: AHHHHHH! [clutches heart and passes out]
Mrs. Benson: AHHHHHH! [clutches heart and passes out]
Freddie: Are they dead? Do you know CPR?
Lulu: Well, yesterday my mom told me to study CPR for 2 hours, but I didn’t. They’re not dead. But they’re going to die when we tell them I’m pregnant! [dials 911]
Freddie: Wanna fool around some more until the paramedics arrive?
Lulu: Oh yeah!