Commentary My first big argument with my dad erupted in my high school senior year when I told him that I had decided to pursue a degree, and then a career, in journalism. “My head teacher also believes it’s a good decision and strongly encourages me.” “No. That’s not for you, my child.” I looked at my dad in disbelief. I tried to reason with him that I had always preferred liberal arts over sciences, that I would be guaranteed admission to the top university in China. I pleaded with him. My dad sat there, listening to me patiently. But he wouldn’t change his mind. “You’re not going to pursue journalism as a career. Not in this society, not in this time,” he quietly said to me. Out of despair, I shouted, “But why?!” “Because I’m your dad. I don’t want you to lie to be successful, and I don’t …