What American Students Can Learn From China

Beginning an essay about the benefits of a Chinese education with a story about a young boy being forced-fed fried egg is a risky choice. Making the “hero” of this story a teacher who  repeats phrases like “Teacher is right” while making 6-year-olds march in lockstep suggests you are the type of person who thinks Nurse Ratched was just misunderstood. But Lenora Chu’s Wall Street Journal essay detailing the benefits of a Chinese education isn’t a paean to blind obedience, nor a condemnation of individuality. It’s an invitation for Americans to rethink how we understand learning, intelligence, and perhaps even Malcolm Gladwell.

Chu argues that Chinese students score far higher than Americans on international tests both because of the rigid Confucian-inspired discipline, but also because students are constantly pushed beyond their comfort zones. Specifically, students are taught that achievement and effort, not innate intelligence, are what matters.

Which brings me to Malcolm Gladwell and his 10,000-hours rule. This rule is actually a reference to deliberate practice, a term coined by Swedish psychologist Anders Ericsson. Despite what Gladwell would have you believe, Ericsson never claimed that you could master anything after 10,000 hours of practice; instead, Ericsson argued that you could master almost anything through 10,000 hours of deliberate practice, or forcing yourself to work at the edge of your abilities. In other words, he argued that you aren’t going to become a faster runner if you spend 10,000 hours jogging at a comfortable pace. And you won’t become a better math student if you spend 10,000 hours on multiplication. You need to struggle.

And this is an important distinction because America tends to celebrate ease — especially when discussing female achievement. While we might praise a linebacker’s tenacity, we often claim that female gymnasts “make it look easy,” without acknowledging the countless hours that resulted in this “ease.” This might not be such a big deal in sports, but it’s a huge deal in education because it teaches students — and particularly female students — that to be smart is to be above challenge.

And I know from whence I speak because even though my day job was in finance for much of the past decade, I have always tutored on the side. Although tutoring began as a way to make money in grad school, I continued long after I needed the extra cash because helping teenagers and young adults was far more rewarding than anything I could accomplish on a trading floor. And I also saw a connection between the lack of women on these trading floors and the lack of confidence many female students displayed when faced with challenging math problems. Every girl I have worked with has been bright and capable of handling difficult quantitative work, but most have been taught that you are either good at math or you’re not. And to be good at math means to “make it look easy.”

To illustrate this point, allow me to recount a brief conversation I recently overheard at a Brooklyn Heights coffee shop (I swear, I’m not making this up):

Female student (looking at the male student’s computer screen, clearly flirting): Man, that looks hard. Like, I’m so happy I don’t have to take any more math. I just thought Calc was so hard.

Male student (also flirting): Yeah, it’s not so bad. I mean, like, I’m an engineering major, so, like, I have a lot of math, an even though I’m getting a “C” in this class right now, I’m not, like, worried or anything. It’s cool.

Female student: For me, it was just so hard. Yeah, I mean, like, I got an “A” and everything, but it was just so hard.

Just to recap, the guy is getting a “C,” but remains confident in his abilities, while the girl who got an “A” thinks she’s “bad at math.” I wanted to yell across the table that they had just enacted the conclusion of about 50 social science studies, but I realized that would be weird.

While Chu celebrates this focus on effort, she doesn’t paint an entirely positive portrait of the Chinese educational system. Many of the practices she describes don’t just sound harsh; they sound like they were lifted from a dystopian novel: an asthmatic students is forced to run without an inhaler because individual needs must not disrupt group cohesion, imaginative drawings of raindrops are ridiculed as “wrong,” and promising students are forced to memorize propaganda while being groomed to become party functionaries. If given the choice between lower PISA scores and these scenarios, I’d gladly chose the former.

So no one is arguing that we should replace America’s education system with the Chinese version (no more than China should replace their system with ours), but this doesn’t mean American students, and particularly female students, couldn’t benefit from considering what would happen if we stopped idealizing genius and start celebrating struggle.

How to Anger Absolutely Everyone: Notes From a Passionate Centrist

Simultaneously occupying the roles of Milton Friedman and Emma Goldman is no mean feat, but, somehow, I’ve managed it over the past few years.

During the day, I worked in emerging markets distressed investment, where I would frequently battle with my friend about his love of Mitt Romney and voice my support for Obamacare and Dodd Frank. I became the team socialist.

But at night, when I went home to my English-major friends, my interest, and, I’ll admit it, my love of markets rendered me suspect. It didn’t help when I pointed out that Benny really had a point in Rent.

To be a liberal feminist today – at least to be one on the Internet – one must hold the following to be true: (1) all rich people (who are not entertainers) are inherently evil; (2) everything is superior in Europe, or better yet, Scandinavia; and (3) everyone who works in finance is an amoral alpha male who thinks The Catcher in the Rye is about baseball. Heresy may not be a popular stance, but I’m a liberal feminist who prefers many finance bros to France’s 35-hour workweek.

Now, I don’t support laissez-faire economic policies, I don’t believe “tax cuts” are always the correct answer, and I agree that income inequality (and climate change) are the most serious problems we currently face. But I also think high corporate income tax rates and strict labor laws often backfire, and I don’t think investment bankers are dementors with pitch decks. I would vote for Bernie Sanders or Elizabeth Warren if my only other choices were Donald Trump and Gary Johnson. But I wouldn’t be happy about my options.

In short, I tend to anger everyone, and never more so than when I try to defend finance. Although I often hear people say “investment banker” like it’s an ethnic slur. few of these people have any idea what an investment banker does. Or a commercial banker, for that matter, as evidenced by the fact that my reference to NIM is normally met with blank stares. And this is a problem.

First, it’s a problem because the vast majority of people employed in finance are not masters of the universe who commute via Teterboro. The vast majority are men and women who commute via New Jersey Transit. This is not John Meriwether playing “liar’s poker” with John Gutfreund. This is Marc in compliance telling you about his 3-year-old’s birthday. Marc is not the enemy.

More importantly, this lack of knowledge is a problem because finance is the backbone of the global economy, and, a decade after the start of the financial crisis, finance is still a backbone with many fractures. And the industry won’t be fixed in the current climate, with Gordon Gekko on one side and Bernie Sanders on the other. The right has monopolized the financial conversation, leaving centrist Democrats in the bizarre position of having to apologize for the unspeakable sin of understanding comparative advantage. When Hillary was forced to defend capitalism in the first primary debate, you could almost hear her thinking, “Really, we’re having this conversation again?”.

Having this conversation isn’t going to advance the cause of economic justice or minority rights. It’s going to make purists feel good about themselves and leave the greedy comforted in the knowledge that the opposition is still stuck somewhere in 1968. Debating how best to bring back the past is not only useless; it’s dangerous. We’re accomplishing nothing while the far right — which is currently the entire right — is unwinding the New Deal and the Civil Rights Act.

Centrism often gets a bad rap, either because it’s considered mealy-mouthed or because it’s embodied by David Brooks. But centrism isn’t about finding a compromise between positions: it’s a position all its own that prizes pragmatism over ideology. While it may never be as fun being a centrist as it is being a firebrand, firebrands burn out. Centrists are left to clean up the ashes.

Spoiler Alert: You’re Old

When I was in my late twenties, a 30-year-old acquaintance told me she was pregnant. In most populations, this would be considered a fairly normal occurrence, and the proper response would include one part squealing and two parts envy. But my immediate response was not to ask the due date or inquire about possible names. My immediate response was shock: wow, babies having babies. Let me repeat: she was 30. If this were a Jane Austen novel, a 30-year-old woman would already be a mother of four or an avowed spinster with an unhealthy interest in cribbage. And if this were Paleolithic times, a 30-year-old woman would, statistically speaking, be dead. But like many urban women under 30, I still believed that ovaries were entirely ornamental and that real life was something that happened tomorrow.

I wasn’t the only person under this delusion. Few of my New York friends were married, let alone packing diapers. And despite our claims that we lived in New York because we were so career oriented, we mostly dabbled in professional life without much direction. We all claimed that we were working in administrative positions because we wanted to write or direct or act, but, with very few exceptions, no one actually did any of these things. In theory, we were all very creative. In reality, we mostly just went to brunch. We existed in a perpetual post-college phase—a term that seemed increasingly ridiculous when we started receiving notices for our ten-year-high-school reunions. Even though we logically knew our parents were settled into careers and families by our age, we still considered ourselves firmly within our salad days. But then 30 hit, and something started to shift. Continue reading “Spoiler Alert: You’re Old”

Top Five Ways to Improve the Oscars’ Bechdel Test Score

Film critics are currently in agreement about two things: 2013 was an excellent year for American film, but it was a lousy year for everyone who pees sitting down. Behind the camera, in front of the camera, somewhere in the near vicinity of the camera. It didn’t really matter. Unless your name is Megan Ellison or you were responsible for “Let it Go,” then this probably wasn’t your year. Look no further than the nominees for Best Actress: Cate Blanchet is a lock for Blue Jasmine—an execrable film that includes jokes that might have been funny during the Carter administration—and Meryl Streep is nominated for a film that manages to make a dramatic legend sound like a soap actress impersonating Paula Deen. The Best Supporting Actress category is far stronger (Lupita and June!), but it’s troubling that 2013 Hollywood apparently only writes strong roles for women who agree to take up less screen time.

But this doesn’t mean women weren’t working in any films. It just means they weren’t in the types of films or the types of roles that Hollywood deems worthy of red carpets and tiny gold men. So here are the five ways I’d change the current list of nominees to increase the Oscar’s popularity among single, over-educated Jezebel readers (i.e., me): Continue reading “Top Five Ways to Improve the Oscars’ Bechdel Test Score”

Weekly Girl Crush: Podcast Edition

If you’ve had even a passing acquaintance with me, then you’ve likely already determined my Homeric epithet: I’m clearly podcast-listening Anna. It’s not just that I begin approximately 85% of my sentences with “I was listening to this podcast that said…”, but I also rarely walk more than four feet without reaching for my earbuds. I’ve started measuring all train rides not in minutes passed but in number of podcasts consumed. And, what’s worse, I’ve recently changed my iPhone settings so that I now listen to all podcasts at 1.5 times the speed and, thus, can ingest even more delightful knowledgeable goodness.

I know: It’s a problem.

But in the midst of all this witty chatter and educated analysis, I’m constantly surprised by the limited number of feminist-themed podcasts available over at iTunes. Feminists on the Internet are certainly not a rare breed, but the ratio of feminist bloggers to feminist podcasters is about the same as the ratio of people who watch House of Cards to the number of people who can name the current majority whip. But, thankfully, a few brave ladies have sorted out their business, set up a microphone, and begun righting this imbalance. Continue reading “Weekly Girl Crush: Podcast Edition”