Kudos, Disgrasian.

From here:

Y'all know how much we like to joke about how hardass our people are, and how we were disciplined as children. Yeah, we were spanked with hairbrushes, flyswatters, and belts, and sometimes we got slapped in the face (Diana's sister did for receiving a love note from a classmate...in the 2nd grade). Our moms read our diaries and punished us for our private thoughts. We were told we were failures for bringing home B's and low test scores, and our parents rarely approved of our friends, who they tended to think were dumb, ill-mannered, disrespectful, and bad influences. Minor infractions like wearing a too-short skirt or missing curfew were judged as major flaws in our character. And the threat of disownment hung over us constantly, like a thick, sullen storm cloud.

The older we get, however, the more we get it. Our Hardass Asian Parents grew up in worlds devastated by war, poverty, deprivation, displacement, and loss. They wanted us to succeed because they didn't ever want us to "go back to where we came from." There was a method to their hardass-ness, even though that method was sometimes wack and didn't easily jibe with our growing up in America. It wasn't, to paraphrase Phil Collins, a groovy kinda parental love. But it was a kind of love.