The oldest daughter of now-notorious "Tiger Mom" Amy Chua, has started her own blog to set the record straight about what life is really like in a household where she was sometimes called "garbage" by her mother as a means to motivate her.

In her blog, cheekily entitled "New Tiger in Town," Sophia Chua-Rubenfeld reveals a sharp wit as she muses about the things that occupy the minds of many 18-year-olds on the cusp of adulthood: what university to attend, what to major in, and how to deal with an embarrassing mom.

Of course, in Chua-Rubenfeld's case, her university-decision dilemma comes down to Yale or Harvard. (She's already withdrawn her application to the less-prestigious University of Virginia)

And when it comes to moms, Chua-Rubenfeld's got herself a doozy: a mother who has earned thousands of angry haters -- and a number of quiet fans – for writing a sort of how-to guide for ultra-strict parenting, called "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother."

In the book, Amy Chua, a law professor at Yale, related how she raised Sophia and her sister Lulu, now 18 and 14, using the ultra-strict Chinese child-rearing model she grew up with.

That meant schoolwork always came first, no school grade below an A was worthy, and that the only extracurricular activities that children should ever engage in are those in which they can win a medal. Oh, and that medal better be gold.

The self-described "tiger cub"'s blog has been up for only three weeks, and so far, she hasn't revealed much about how she feels about her mother's parenting choices.

But Chua-Rubenfeld does suggest her mother can act a little strange in Chinese food restaurants, telling the waiter to "wrap up the remains of EVERY dish, even if it's just a puddle of oil."

Tiger Mom Amy will say, "We can't let them think we're wasteful, or NEXT TIME, THEY'LL GYP US!" according to her cub.

Chua-Rubenfeld also uses the blog to field answers to some of the most common questions she's gotten since her mom's book came out, such as: If your mother prevented you from going on play dates, sleepovers and participating in school dramas, shouldn't you have turned out to be socially incapable?

"Thanks for asking," she replies and then explains that "when you spend 7 hours at school a day, 180 days a year, for 13 years, you rack up 16,380 hours of social interaction. That's the equivalent of over 3,200 five-hour playdates. So overall, I don't feel too deprived."

And she insists that her mother's book was no joke:  "It’s despicable to suggest her book is satirical, and I’m deeply traumatized. If you lay awake every night weeping over the charred remains of your stuffed animals, you’d be traumatized too. [edit: for the love of god, people, I'M KIDDING.]"