Overheard By A Tall Person

Cream is not amused

My dear readers…er…don’t get ahead of yourself Kylie… ”reader,”

Although we as individuals might lead radically different lives from one another, and probably have different life experiences as a result, there is one common experience that binds us all together.  Or at least tall people together.   That experience?  Suffering through Stupid Tall Comments (term coined by my friend Verity).  These comments run the gamut from being overwhelmingly flattering, to downright rude, to annoying and repetitive, to well-meaning-but-positively-insane.  Maybe this says more about me than I care to admit, but I sometimes get a kick out of the positively-insane ones.  I figure that as long as it isn’t cruel or annoying, a solid gold ridiculous comment often yields a screamingly hilarious story to tell both friends and strangers alike.    Of course, questions like why people feel so entitled to comment on other peoples’ bodies in the first place, the different “genres” of STCs that one might encounter, as well as effective comebacks and coping strategies to deal with them are different beasts altogether, and ones that I’ll be addressing soon.

There are some stories that are just too good to keep to yourself, and that’s where “Overheard By A Tall Person” comes in.  This new feature here is an opportunity to share those golden encounters with the rest of us; the more ridiculous, the better. They can be face-to-face conversations or simply overheard (surely you’ve also had the strange experience of hearing people talk about you as if you’re *not* standing right beside them?)   Some of the best on-field news reporting of this kind is from the fantastic blog, Don’t Harass the Tall Girl.   The blogger rarely updates nowadays, but I highly, highly recommend reading through the archives.   She’s straight-talking, unapologetic in her observations, and has a wicked sense of humour.   So if you have a wacky STC story or experience you’d like to share, please send me an e-mail or write it in the comments.  We’re here to laugh and commiserate with you!

Cheers!

Kylie

 


3 Responses to “Overheard By A Tall Person”

  • Momo Says:

    This isn’t a legitimate STC, because it’s a Stupid Short Comment intead – I hope that’s okay, Kylie! But in the spirit of “Why must people be so stupid about unconventional appearances”…
    Being a super-tiny teacher in a high school where 90% of the student body is taller than me, I frequently get mistaken for a student. Every time I walk into a class of students that aren’t mine, a kid glances my way and asks, “Are you the student teacher?” A few of my Gr. 12 boys once stared at me for a long time while I stood at the front of our class. One then said (very audibly) to his neighbours, “I SWEAR if I didn’t know who she was, I’d think she was some fourteen year-old chick.” And, on one particularly sigh-worthy occasion, I was waiting for another teacher outside a classroom. Two girls arrived for class in that room, and as one saw me, she looked me up and down and said to her friend (again, quite audibly), “Ew, why do I get the WEIRD teacher?” All this works wonders on new-teacher confidence!

  • Kylie Says:

    No worries, Mostar! All varieties of Stupid Comments are welcome here! Unfortunately (except for this feature), there seems to be no lack of people willing to make stupid remarks about the appearances of others.

    As far as your High School Not-So-Confidential experiences… Ugh. It’s got to be quite challenging to deal with these comments when they not only target your appearance, but your capabilities as a teacher. From what I hear, shorter people (especially women) deal with a lot of height-related discrimination in the workplace. It’s gotta be even harder when it isn’t coming from 50-year-old executives in grey business suits, but from 16-year-old kids in ill-fitting jeans. Perhaps you can exact your revenge come report card season?

    And WIERD TEACHER?!?! WHAT THE?!

  • Matt Says:

    Perhaps not relevant, but I have a story I feel like sharing.

    I was walking along University Ave. through Queen’s University campus. The sidewalk wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t packed either. As I went to turn, I saw a very short person right in front of me, as if she had just popped out of my armpit. And though I swerved to avoid her, ended up giving her a bit of a boot.

    Now usually, I’d be apologetic. I was brought up with strong messages that because I was bigger than others that I had to be especially considerate and attentive when operating around other people. But this time was different. This time, I yelled, “What the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of my blind spot!”

    I felt like she had offered me no personal space whatsoever; that she had no appreciation of me being there at all.

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