Salutations, gentle audience!
OK, a little venting time. I enjoy being tall.
No really, I do! I like being able to reach things on top shelves and command attention and . . . oh . . . all that other stuff that tall people can do. I mean sure, we don't fit in airplane seats, nor do most stores carry pants that are long enough, nor will I ever, ever, EVER play an ingenue, but on the whole, it's OK. I've accepted it and moved it on.
Except for one small thing: most men are terrified of tall women. No, really, it's true! If you want a laugh, follow me around when I'm shopping or going out or something. When men walk by, they always stretch up and look over to see if they're taller or something. Tall women threaten every ounce of masculinity in their body, and the result is a very alone me. We're not treated like other women are. It's like people think that since we're tall, we can pretty much take care of ourselves, so men don't think they have to do the whole kind, courteous, chivalry thing for us.
Do you know what I say to that kind of treatment? Thank you very much! I am proud of the woman that I've become largely because of it, and, gentle audience, I know that out there in this great big world is someone who will see past all the tall crap and get to know the real me, someone who's worth ten of the others.
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