I almost missed this one in todays Los Angeles Times, "Sex and the Asian man."
Sometimes a story becomes a parody of itself; this may be one of those. Here is the first paragraph to give you the flavor of the thing. Read on at your own risk, laugh or cry, as you will.
"Wanting to know what the mostly Asian American class considered desirable, professor Darrell Hamamoto asked: What posters are on your bedroom walls? After an uncomfortable silence, Hamamoto got the names he expected — celebrities such as Brad Pitt. There wasnt an Asian among them, which reinforced what he has long believed: that clichés and stereotypes about Asian men have rendered them sexual afterthoughts.
You arent creating your own images, the 50-year-old Japanese American told the UC Davis class. Make your own movies. You have to take it into your own hands. Like Hamamoto, hundreds of Asian American men are writing books and poems and creating websites in hopes of redefining themselves by combating the enduring notion that they are sub-masculine. Many are offended that Asian men are projected as power players when it comes to intellectual intercourse but bystanders in the world of romance."