Shouted Out!

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I found Lillian Chan on Twitter. She claims that no one knows about her cartoon, Ah-Lin!, but I hope to change that! I hope she doesn’t mind that I am posting her cartoon on an imaginary encounter with her parents on Facebook. For more of her cartoons, click here. She turns her upbringing by a Tiger Mom into a cute, appealing, and funny cartoon strip. Check her out!

Thanks JadeLuckClub, Celebrating Asian American Creativity!

Why Chinese Mothers are Superior

So this article in the Wall Street Journal has been making the rounds on the innanet lately. There’s been a bit of controversy regarding Amy Chua’s parenting techniques.

Chinese parents can get away with things that Western parents can’t. Once when I was young—maybe more than once—when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my father angrily called me “garbage” in our native Hokkien dialect. It worked really well. I felt terrible and deeply ashamed of what I had done. But it didn’t damage my self-esteem or anything like that. I knew exactly how highly he thought of me. I didn’t actually think I was worthless or feel like a piece of garbage.

As an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophia, calling her garbage in English when she acted extremely disrespectfully toward me. When I mentioned that I had done this at a dinner party, I was immediately ostracized. One guest named Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had to leave early. My friend Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests.

Some are really upset, but I myself find it hilarious. Hey, if she wants to impart some craziness to her children then that’s her thing. Also, calling your kid garbage in English vs Chinese loses its effect — it’s more harsh in Chinese (I think).

The only thing I take offense to is the title of the piece. Chinese mothers are superior? Ummm…they’re more like bat-shiyat crazy…like ALL mothers.

I could address it in my comic, but I have my own crazy mother character to portray.


[found via Angry Asian Man]

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Angry Reader of the Week

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Forgot to post this, but I was also Angry Reader of the Week for 1/15/2010 🙂

Gather ’round, good people. It’s time to meet another Angry Reader of the Week, spotlighting you, the very special readers of this website. Over the years, I’ve been able to connect with a lot of cool folks, and this is a way of showing some appreciation and attention to the people who help make this blog what it is. This week’s Angry Reader is “doodler & dreamer extraordinaire” Lillian Chan.

Who are you?

A doodler & dreamer extraordinaire; indie comic artist — so indie that no one knows about me 😛

What are you?

I’m the daughter of Chinese immigrants, who taught me how to dream — even though they didn’t mean to.

Where are you?
Boston, where it is cold like a mutha…

Where are you from?
Born & raised in Boston, MA.

To read the full Q&A, go to AngryAsianMan!

ASPIRE Conference

Guess where I’ll be this Saturday afternoon?

I’ll be speaking on a panel called “Fearless” For ASPIRE (Asian Sisters Participating in Reaching Excellence).

Me? Fearless? There is no bravery involved whatsoever when it comes to the things I do be it with art, lion + dragon dancing, or my 30 blind dates project (which ended up being 4 because #4 ended up being the one).

I don’t think about the consequences or rationalize why I should do something versus not do it. Am I scared of failing? Humiliating myself? Hey, those are a given. I just do it and deal with whatever may come my way.

Seriously, what’s the use in worrying? Life doesn’t last forever so I might as well make the best of what time I have…for the most part. I mean, I do have moments of absolute couch-potato-ness, don’t get me wrong.


So if you’re interested in going, there’s still time to get tickets here.

Solanin by Inio Asano

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Just finished reading this manga and I loved it.

The art was just perfect and the story was quiet and yet utterly amazing. The only word I can use to describe the story and art is sensitive. Sometimes the art from other comic books throw me off from however fabulous the story may be, but here the softness and detail served as the perfect complement — along the lines of Adrian Tomine.

I also have to admit that what drew me to picking up the manga from the comic book shop was the fact that it wasn’t the usual manga where it goes on and on for 30+ books. That annoys me to no end.

Solanin is just this one book with this one lovely story that begins and finishes.


I drew Solanin when I was about 24 years old. I had just graduated from college and I was feeling a bit insecure about my ability to succeed as a manga artist and whether I would be able to continue to draw manga that were true to myself. In my anxiety and impatience, I felt that all I could do in my mnaga was try to get a true depiction of the times as experienced by my generation.

Lovers, friends, money, jobs, a society with an unclear future, ones own pride…Writhing in these multiple, entangling factors, perhaps they are unable to draw any conclusions. Perhaps this instant now is just a small part of their futile daily lives. The only thing that’s certain is that they can never return to the days gone by.

There’s nothing cool about these characters. They’re just your avergae 20-somethings who blend into the backdrop of the city. But the most important messages in our lives don’t come from musicians on stage or stars on television. They come from the average people all around you, the ones who are just feet from where you stand. That’s what I believe.

~ Inio Asano, 2008