Uh-oh. I have The Daily Show to thank for the following link, a scholarly article by University of California professor Darrell Hamamoto about the absence of Asian-American males from the porn industry. (I'm afraid that I can't provide the title of this article without this blog being banished forever from the York, Pennsylvania public library. Suffice to say that it's a variation on The Joy Luck Club). I'd intended to post this article as an example of the sort of thing that Haiwen will write when he a) gets tenure and b) goes completely crazy. However, the following paragraph was an unexpected bonus:

The transfixing power of White racial imagery as embedded within Asian American sexuality is seen in the short but sensational criminal career of Andrew Phillip Cunanan of San Diego, California. The son of a Filipino American immigrant who once served in the U.S. Navy (he has since returned to the Philippines, having been implicated in an embezzlement scandal), Cunanan is alleged to have murdered five people, including the couturier Gianni Versace. The accused killer's former roommate Erik Greenman speculated that it was Cunanan's obsession with Tom Cruise that helped set off the killing spree that had people across the nation riveted to news reports. According to Greenman, Cunanan was "passionately" in love with Cruise and told of bondage and Foucauldian power-exchange fantasies that involved the actor. "He had pictures of Tom plastered all over his bedroom," says Greenman. "He'd rent five Cruise videos in a single night and spend the whole evening stopping the films frame by frame, studying Tom's every nuance and gesture." Cunanan also kept a carrying case full of visual material featuring Cruise, including photos, movie reviews, and articles. While making the rounds of cafes and leather bars at night-a routine he called "Tom Cruising"-Cunanan reportedly would seek out men who bore a physical resemblance to his Top Gun.

"Tom Cruising?" "Foucauldian power-exchange fantasies?" Holy shit. No more jokes about Tom Cruise inspiring any killing sprees, S.; as usual, reality got there first.