So I just came from the obligatory class on Western (American) Images of Asians (Chinese). Slides and slices of entrenched (but not always so bad, really) racism against Asians aside, the real meat came from the discussion of representations of Asian males in contemporary American culture since the War. It was hard to know if I could have done any good in jumping in with this wonderfully heterogenous group remarking on how the Asian male is "gendered" as embodied by M. Butterfly (is Western capitalism's career as knackered as Jeremy Irons'?) and in particular feminized with all these childhood tales about how Asian men have smaller dicks, and Asian women have no breasts (giggle giggle), but of course, has the white woman done any fucking field research? It's too bad, as our professor reports, that Marxism is bankrupt. China will hafta rise another way.