If you’re jealous of my guitar skills, you obviously haven’t heard me play!
Thank you for perfectly illustrating my point.
If I posted something like “Although we all know that blondes are stupid, how do you feel about red-heads?” I’d get shouted down (and rightly so) that there’s no direct correllation between being blonde and being stupid.
But if short men respond to allegations of inherant inferiority complexes, you seem to think that’s just further manifestations of their insecurity. So what is perfectly normal behavior is labeled as “insecurity” and “defensiveness” in short people.
Now that’s just ridiculous. My psychic says I’m so smart I’m guaranteed to win the lottery twice, just so long as I’m careful about always investing at least half my welfare check in tickets every week. Luckily, there’s a lottery ticket store right next to the check-cashing place so it’s easy to remember.
I’ll return to address this. My height has its advantages. There’s the “fun” advantages, I can reach the high shelves in department stores. In sports where height is a natural advantage, I have that advantage. If I want to physically intimidate somebody (even though I’ve been described as a six-foot koala bear) I have the advantage on being able to look down at 95% of the population.
There’s the “practical” advantages. It’s much easier for me to do work around the house. I installed a ceiling fan in my daughter’s room a couple weeks ago - no ladder or step stool needed.
Then there’s these things I like that strike me every now and then. I rarely get claustrophobic in crowds. I’m, literally, head-and-shoulders above the crowd, say, leaving a sporting event, and see easily. My shorter wife is stuck staring at shoulder blades and is uncomfortable in crowds. In my cube farm workplace, I stand and see a vista of open, well-lit space. My shorter co-worker works in a rat-maze as she can’t see over the top of the cubes.
There are disadvantages are, as **Epimetheus **implied. I’m dreadfully uncomfortable on airplanes, clothes are hard to find (especially being fat. Most stores sell Big *OR *Tall clothes, not Big *AND *Tall). I “try on” cars when I car shop. The smaller, cheaper cars are usually built for the 5’10" and under crowd.
All things being equal - If I could remake my body how I’d want? I’d be about six-feet even and 150 lbs lighter. As long as I’m dreaming, I’d like my hair back, too.
Yumemi’s comment, though, strikes a bit at to where this thread digressed. She’s willing to date any man she doesn’t have to look down at. To a man in the 5’6" range, given the number of women these days who seem to be pushing 6-feet tall, this would be a real problem if her attitude is prevalent.
Then there’s this whole thing about how we believe we’d like ourselves to be and how we actually are. We like to think ourselves to be more accepting that we often really are. Some of the fire I took on this thread was because I stated what, I believe, we often think but is socially unacceptable to actually say out loud. That is to say, short men are at a disadvantage in America.
Those be cute.
Since I always enjoy a chance to talk about my taste in men, let me say that historically I’ve tended to end up with guys shorter than myself. This may be a demographic thing (I’m 6’2", so there are a lot of guys shorter than me), but also it’s because a lot of short guys are really hot. I’m thinking of two red-haired dynamos from Ottawa who were each around 5’6"… not to mention a certain 5’8" Briton.
Agreed when you look at the options for the average B cup girl. I wear a 34A (and fill it on a good day) and there are darn few options for A cup girls. Heck I only even wear my size because 32A was being discontinued left and right. Vicky’s has a special category for A cups (just like they do for DD) so you don’t have to sift through all of them, find one you like, then find out it doesn’t come in anything below 34 or B.
What’s weird about it, is that I am very happy with my body, and so is OnlyMostlyDead. I just wish American clothing companies would realize that not everyone’s a B/C cup and make clothes to fit all of us. (Or that the genes in my family would have been a little more even handed. My sister busts through her D cups, and is on her way to DD. And she’s still in high school.)
Dude, you are like a superhero! Can you reach shelves and intimidate at the same time?!
My 34 Ds can reach shelves and intmidate at the same time, but I have a particularly impressive rack.
I’m not that easily intimidated, but you can both impress and amuse the hell out of me with that trick.
Crack a walnut between them and I’ll worship you like bronze goddess.
No. But I can intimidate the shelving.
“Take that. you lowly Ikea knockoff! No more shall you trouble the masses.”
Childs Play! These babies can do long division!
They’re babies?! Gross.
If they can divide by zero, I’ll raise a temple in your name, and sculpt their nut-busting, mathletic likenesses in granite.
It wouldn’t be the first time…
“Temple Twin Mounds”
I can see it now…
…with liiiiiiiittle bell towers at the tops that just yell “Hey, you! Pay attention to ME!”
audible sigh
A Poem.
Oh Julie, sweet Julie.
Thine dainty succulents becon.
The end.
Thank you, thank you. I’ve just been named Nation Poet Nomeritus. 
Cartooniverse, a fan of boobage of all sizes, shapes and colors. An equal-opportunity boob-admirer since 1974 when at the age of 12, he realized just how important boobs really are.
So you’ve been there then?
Yes. 'Tis a nice place. I feel…welcome there.