I can undersrand that too, because if you don't fit the very narrow definition of what a "perfect woman" is (for that time frame), your womanhood is constantly calles into question in a relentless parade of folks, mostly men, who feel the need to tell to you things you don't need or want to know about their feelings of how you measure up or don't.

That includes tall women. It's a constant erosion of one's security in oneself.

In other words, you get pecked to death. I don't know wgete they sell tickets, but I'd like to torch that place, wouldn't you?

Granddad helped Grandma out with those security issues as well. I'm not sure she was always aware of it either.

But it's interesting. Two body types that have endured this societal pecking can either be each other's best ally or worst enemy.

I guess thsts to be expected too, when you think about it. It all comes down to whether you choose to resist the narrative and uplift, or not; choosing instead to get your ticket too.