Has anyone else noticed lately how American women over 40 all seem to have to adopt an animal persona? (Hmm, is "animal persona" an oxymoron?)
First it was Courtney Cox and the cougar phenomenon, then Sarah Palin, the Mama Grizzly — and now we have Amy Chua the Chinese tiger mother.
I admit it: she had me from “Here are some things my daughters Sophia and Louisa were never allowed to do,” and I devoured all of the deliciously horrifying “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” in a few hours. (Just so you know, I’m not one of those bloggers who writes about a book without actually having read it!)