Kate's Point of View

I am not sure I have ever shared within these sacred tomes my fierce intimidation of short girls. It’s not that I am a height-ist, though I have been accused of such. I don’t think being tall is any better than being short. (Okay, maybe a little better. After all, in big crowds, wouldn’t short people only see backs and butts? And I would think a short girl could date a boy for weeks before discovering he was bald. Or, to be non-bald-ist, that the boy’s head was covered in tattoos.) I assume that me being intimidated by short girls stems from a slight jealousy of their compact frames and a pronounced uncomfortablility with hugging them – I have to practically bend in half!

So the reason I bring this up… The other day I was walking out of work to my car behind this particularly short girl and had that familiar sense of being uncomfortable. Then, as I passed her, as I was apt to do given that my legs were so much longer, she turns to me and says, “Where did you get your shoes? They’re cute.”

And this is when it occurred to me. There is no reason to be intimidated by short girls! They love shoes just like me!

“You’re working so hard right now. Some day you will look back and this will be on of your fondest memories.” I am still waiting for this oft-repeated prophecy to come true. I think I heard it most in regards to whatever car I was driving at the time, while I was being encouraged (read: forced) to wash it. “The reason your car keeps breaking is because it has low self esteem. You need to wash it more.” Right.

This weekend, taking advantage of the nice weather, I cleaned my car – a newer, sans-frequent-break-downs-model. It looked nice. I kept thinking, “I bet this car has the best self-esteem right now.” (Damn statement like that for sticking in my head.)

Well, I think my car is seeing a shrink now for very low self-esteem. Some bird took some nasty dook right on top of the newly cleaned trunk. Ah, fond memories.