On Days Like This

My latest novel addresses the Asian-American meme of young women and men who are plugged into the whole idea of making it big, succeeding in one's career and not thinking of anything else - not thinking of falling in love, holding it off, not thinking of raising a family, not thinking of dating even, - because they want to succeed, they want to have a career. In Mary Enji' Scott's case, who is the protagonist, she's all that. She's not even able to understand that some handsome guy who she meets at a restaurant is offering to take care of her. It's as though it's an alien idea.
I think this is what Asian-American children think of - or at least the ones that I know who go off and get into the biggest careers - medicine, the law, science - and give up the life of someone who has a family of their own until they've achieved. And if they've not achieved, they keep pushing for it and lose any chance of finding the life they were supposed to have been blessed with.
The signs might have been there along the way but this heroin and others like her who are from an Asian culture - doesn't heed them and then she almost loses her life several times over because of this focus that Asian-Americans have in their work. This focus is rather a double edged sword - they succeed in their workplaces but they have a few issues with their love lives or family lives.
They sometimes hit the jackpot and find a great mate but most of the time they find someone who's just ok and is geared to getting them into the right places because they are 'trophy wives'.
But perhaps I'm isolating them too much. I wonder if this is what many of our young career professionals are running after? All the marbles and not enough of anything else to rely on - for support, mental and physical.
Food for thought.