How The Discrimination Against Short Men Is Perpetuated By Women

How The Discrimination Against Short Men Is Perpetuated By Women

Exposing heightism.

I’ve had so many conversations with girls that go something like this:

“Get real! Guys have it SO-O-O easy. They don’t have to spend two hours in front of the mirror putting on make up, just to be considered sexually attractive. Why do you have to judge us based on the way a girl looks? Why do you want us only for SEX? I’m more than just my body!”

So it would seem that women once again find a new way to set themselves as the victim class, thus earn the precious pity that purchases for them their power. Feminism seeks to absolve women of the act of sexual objectification and retain women as the pure, righteous judges of a man’s character rather than base animal lust. It is the popular notion that, while a man will fall for the woman with the best body, women will fall for the man who treats them the best -- a nice guy, her best friend, someone who drapes his coat over every puddle so she can walk without getting her feet wet.


Oh. That's a good one.

Women are just as capable -- perhaps even more so -- of objectifying men.

It is true that women of girth are hampered from romantic pursuits. However, there are fat-fetishes and a fat-acceptance movement that is building up steam, and these are reversing that trend. There are even online communities such as Fantasy Feeder, where people get their sexual kicks out of either gorging someone else or being fattened up themselves. It's a sight you cannot unsee.

But there is a pervasive form of discrimination faced predominantly by men. It is called heightism -- the hatred of short men.

In fact, there is a Twitter account exclusively devoted to exposing the scathing, homicidal contempt women hold against short men:

Notice how many of these hateful posts are made ... by women?

I'll get to that in a second ...

An obese woman can (often) work off her weight while a misfigured woman can pepper some makeup on her face. But a man has no ability to change his height. And, so far as I have researched, there is no fetish for short men to save them. Meanwhile, women are able to find themselves sexually attractive no matter their height -- there a men who love petite women, and men who love long-legged, statuesque Russian wonders. But a short man -- unless he has compensated for his lack of height by obtaining a great job, a lot of money, an expensive car, a charismatic personality, or simply greater musculature -- has virtually no hope of finding a lover.

Clocking in at 5' 10'', I think barely escape the "short man" threshold, though I still face much more lonely existence than my 6-foot tall brothers, whose lives are saturated and enriched by plenty of sexual encounters.

But then there's my friend -- he's 5'7'’ and 22 years old. For the sake of his future public image, he will remain the Anonymous Short Man.

The Anonymous Short Man has never had a girlfriend, only ever kissed his mother, and he's had more than his fair share of debilitating rejection than I. He is entreated with the same old, trite advice from women: "Be her friend!" or "Just wait and the right one will find you! Trust and believe!"

People ask this Anonymous Short Man if he is old enough to smoke. People talk down to him, condescend him at job interviews. Twelve-year-olds flirt with him, while the gazes of older women just pass over him. Literally.

When a grown man is treated like a boy, it is humiliating. When a grown woman is treated like a girl, it is romantic.

Short men are obviously discriminated. Contrary to what every Feminist will claim -- that a system of "hegemonic masculinity" means men are the causes of their own problems -- it is women, not other men, who are setting upon us the height standard.

Women wish to be dwarfed. It hearkens back to our biological ancestry. Women want to be protected by men. They might view a small man -- not a tall man -- as a threat to their femininity, since his subordinate status competes like a quasi-femininity. This peer-reviewed study from the UK among 12,000 couples reveals that, for 92.5 percent of couples, the man was 5.6 inches taller than the woman. One might question this, since men are after all typically taller than women, and perhaps women are pressured by a patriarchal culture to select taller men. But a joint study out of Rice University and the University of Texas concluded that, of all the relevant factors, 49 percent of women only wanted to date men taller than themselves, whereas only 13.5 percent of men only wanted to date women shorter than they were. Women have much stronger height preferences than men.

Despite Feminists claiming that women want to be equal with their partners, these studies prove consistently that women don't really want equality -- they want to be paired with their betters, including according to height, even if that looks very similar to a patriarchy.

Here comes the Feminist lynch mob ...

In evolutionary terms, of course it makes sense that females prefer tall men. Height indicates strength, authority, and virility more often than not. Tallness means the male has more access to limited resources. This means that, when the biological cards of the mating game are dealt, the Anonymous Short Man is getting the short end of the stick.

It's not that women are unreasonable or even cruel for preferring taller men. We are all entitled to our choices, no matter how shallow or stupid our criteria may seem. We deserve to hold standards -- but, likewise, we will also be held to others' standards. It's when young men are kept in the dark, perhaps even deceived about a woman's standards, that his lot in life can be declared one of cultural oppression.

Why do (many) women lie about, or lack the ability to express, their preferences? Perhaps they are trying to preserve the image of virtue society sets upon women -- an image that is ironically more chauvinistic than Feminist. Like men, who are shamed by women and the media as predators for expressing sexual interest, women are "slut-shamed" by other women for taking advantage of their sexual powers too often. Dealing with the pressure that women set upon each other, women will naturally tell men "slanted" advice in order to save face on their reputation.

This hidden double standard women hold against men is a legitimate problem for society. The issue goes beyond height. The media, academia, and popular culture tells one message to young men, that they will be loved by women if they follow one set of criteria -- if they are nice, if they become a woman's friend, if they just "wait for the right one," and if they persistently defend the rights of women by becoming a white-knight Feminist. Tactics that never work, of course.

Young men then apply these tactics in their real life relationships with women, but they still remain single -- they are relegated to the Friend Zone, ignored, or even mocked by the very women they love. It is men of height, facial hair, and the "bad boy" personality that are winning women away. They are tired of seeing the very men that Feminism decries as "toxically masculine," are the only ones who are permitted to have sex.

Now we are seeing a rising generation of angry short men who are devolving into true, outspoken misogynists. But Feminism is not solving this problem. Feminism creates it.

The suffering and loneliness many millions of short beta males is either ignored, or worse, mocked and degraded as a lowling form of misogyny by the very people -- Feminists -- who claim to stand for their sexual rights and equality. It proves that they do not actually care about the issues of men, they do not care about equality, only the appearance of equality.

Challenging this problem doesn't require a glorious revolution. Women, and the Feminists who supposedly speak on their behalf, simply need to take a deeper look at themselves. Do not spread one message out to men in the light, and leave them to find the truth in the darkness.

Superficial qualities such as height aren't everything for men -- but it means much more to women and society than they ever dare admit.

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To the Man Who Said I Need to Be Nicer

... If I ever wanted to find a husband.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry your ego is so small that me being 'not being nice' to you has disrupted your archaic way of thinking: that a woman's only purpose is to please a man. I'm sorry that you think the only possible reason I was 'mean' to you was because I'm taking out my "same-sex attraction" out on you. I'm so sorry that you are so full of yourself that you couldn't possibly think that maybe you and your sexist remarks are the problem. I am so sorry that no woman has ever told you how arrogant, condescending, and misogynistic you really are.

I'm sorry that I lead you to believe that the only goal I have in life, as a 20 year old college student, is to find a husband. I'm sorry that instead of preparing myself to be a good little house wife, I learned how to have a mouth on me. I'm sorry I'm not the quiet, small, petite, nice girl you think I should be.

I'm sorry that you went your whole life thinking women were supposed to soft little flowers every single waking second of their life. I'm sorry no one told you women aren't soft spoken, Disney princesses. I'm sorry that despite being around women your whole entire life, you have no idea how to interact with one that doesn't like you. I'm sorry you live under this illusion that you are God's gift to man kind and women should fall right at your feet.

But lets be real. I'm so not sorry.

I'm not sorry that I don't care what you think. I'm not sorry that I'm not some ditsy air head that feels ever so lucky to be in a mans presence. I'm not sorry that I'm smart enough to correct you when you're wrong. I'm not sorry I'm that I intimidate you. I'm not sorry that I'm well-educated. I'm not sorry that you feel threatened by a strong independent woman.

I'm not sorry that finding a husband at my age (which, again, is 20) is not my number one priority. I'm not sorry that I think finding myself and being single when I'm young is a great plan. I'm not sorry that I would rather get my degree than be married right now. I'm not sorry that I would rather spend Friday nights hanging out with my friends than stay home to make a man a sandwich while doing his laundry.

I'm not sorry that you're offended by this article. I'm not sorry that I don't like you, or other guys that act exactly like you. I'm not sorry that I can see through your "nice guy" facade, and know how big of a pompous creep you really are.

This is not hate piece on all men. This a hate piece on you.

Have fun finding a wife.

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21 Days Of Heartbreak

Journal entries recording 21 days after a breakup

If you’ve ever experienced heartbreak then you understand that it’s some of the worst pain there is, but you also understand that you learn so much from it. Writing gave me a way to express my emotions in a very real and honest way and it helped me to eventually heal from that pain. I recorded 21 days of journal entries after breaking up with the first person I ever fell in love with and I decided to publish it because even though at the time I felt like no one could understand what I was going through, I now realize that there are tons of people out there who can relate to how i was feeling. The message I want to send is one of the hope, love and faithfulness that God offers us even in the toughest seasons.

Day 0: I cried all my makeup off before work today, then you surprised me at my doorstep with three yellow roses and three red ones. We kayaked on the reservoir and then watched the sun go down on our dock and held each other like it would last forever. You texted me "I love you always. until next time my best of friends" and I answered with "I love you forever." I do.

Day 1: I woke up to the white noise of your phone call after crying until 3 am with you on the line, then I cried for 2 more hours. I spent the day with friends and everyone wanted to go to Applebee's, but I couldn't go because we had just been there Monday night and you let me order my two favorite appetizers. I couldn't look at that table where we sat without my heart splitting.

Day 2: We said goodbye until September 7 because we both needed time alone; I'm counting down the days. I kept my phone on ring tonight in case you called, even though I knew you wouldn't… then I cried my heart out until I could fall asleep.

Day 3: I didn't wake up crying this morning, even though my dreams were about you. I didn't cry until the song we slow danced to at prom came on the radio. Another boy called me beautiful today and it didn't mean anything because it didn't come from you.

Day 4: I woke up from a dream about you and I could feel you with me again. Also seeing pictures of happy couples makes my heart just crumble because that should be us.

Day 5: I was driving near your house tonight and it took everything in me not to pull into your driveway and knock on your door just to feel you hold me again.

Day 6: I told you that I missed you today and you answered as if we were friends, not in love anymore, and my heart shattered into pieces and I cried until I could fall asleep.

Day 7: I woke up at 4 am and wished I was in your arms. During the daytimes, I've been okay, but at night time I lay in my bed and wish you still wanted me. It makes my heart break.

Day 8: I think you went to our favorite Starbucks yesterday. I haven't been able to go because it makes me too sad.

Day 9: The beautiful flowers you gave me are dying now, so I have to throw them away before college but I saved petals from them.

Day 10: I had a dream that my house was flooding and I had to take as many things with me as I could carry. I took your box of letters and polaroids with all my most important belongings.

Day 11: I got on a plane and flew a thousand miles away from you today. I don't think you know how hard it was for me not to call you one last time last night.

Day 12: You were in my dreams again tonight and I kept accidentally calling you babe and you were telling me it's ok, but it wasn't.

Day 13: Today we drove in the pouring rain and I thought about how when you're driving and you can't really see what's ahead when you drive under a bridge and there is some clarity and security and everything stops. Being with you was being under a bridge, but now it's pouring on me again.

Day 14: I kept thinking of the night we said goodbye and how you wanted to kiss me one last time and I didn't let you. I wanted to only remember the happy kisses, no goodbyes. I couldn't stop thinking about how you let me just walk away and how you said goodnight for the last time and I cried until I could sleep again.

Day 15: I had a dream that you wanted me back last night. It's been 2 weeks since we broke up, but it feels like I haven't seen you in forever. I miss holding your hand.

Day 16: I wanted to bring you back something from vacation, but I couldn't really find anything. I miss you. You look like you're doing really well and you're really happy.

Day 17: You gave me all this happiness and love, then you took it all away from me and it's not fair. I have to get up every day and pretend that I'm okay with the fact that I loved someone with everything I could and it wasn't enough for him to stay with me and it's not ripping my heart into pieces even weeks later. I cried until i could sleep again, for hours. Until i felt like i had no more tears left.

Day 18: I got to my new home in Lakeland and it's perfect and I love it, but it still doesn’t really feel like home without you.

Day 19: I moved in and hung a photo of us from New Years on my wall because you're too important to not be in one of the pictures.

Day 20: I actually forgot to write to you this day.

Day 21: They say it takes 21 days to break a habit and I don't think of you so much anymore. I don't leave my phone on ring at night anymore either.

Day 184: I’m finally happy without you. I’m so happy and content and it feels good.

Heartbreak is sad and it can be lonely and so hard some days, but it has taught me that there is always hope and these things don’t last forever. Although it took more than 21 days, one of the biggest things I’ve come to realize is that seasons of heartbreak and loneliness are only temporary because there is always victory in Christ. Romans 8:38 tells us that “We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us” - we are MORE than conquerors! We are overwhelmingly victorious because God is so much greater than the lies that heartbreak feeds us. Lies like “I’m not enough," “I did something wrong," “If he didn’t love me then who will?” - God is greater than any doubt or any fear. He’s greater than toxic relationships, lust and rejection.

No matter what season of life you’re in, I just want to encourage you! Throughout every season of life whether it’s a time of joy or sadness, God remains faithful and patient with us. How lucky are we to receive a never ending love from the One who knows every part of us? God sees the good, the bad and the ugly and His love never wavers. He allows us to endure seasons with a purpose and He promises to carry us through it all.

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