fyi, i am not making fun of midgets, i am a little person– medically speaking, i have dwarfism. the word “midget” is actually a derogatory term referencing the circus side-show era. also, midgets are proportional and very tiny, it is a hormonal defect that can now be treated. on the other hand, dwarfism is a genetic condition affecting bone and cartilage formation.
so today was one of those days at work, so i decided to blow off a little steam and window shop. i was looking for either a brown, royal blue or white cinch or corset belt to wear high-waisted with a few new dresses i got… (brown cinch belt found at redlight, a vintage consignment store).
i was minding my own business and trying to avoid the cat calls from the group of black men gathered around the bus stop. yes, i know i have a bubble butt and i am a white girl. go figure. it’s a little person thing. anyways i walked by a homeless man selling ties who asked me if i had a light. i said no, then he proceeds to ask me if i like some band i hadn’t heard of. i forget the name. he is stammering and stumbling around, clearly high on life. it takes him forever to get a phrase out but he insists he has a story for me. since i wasn’t about to give him money i figured i could at least be semi-jesus’y and listen to his story. no-offense-no-offense i love a good midget, he says, and tells me (he’s stammering so much i can hardly make sense of any of it), about in the song something has to do with a midget. he asks my name and if he’s offended me and i say no, but quickly make my exit.
i get no more than 7 feet down the street when i hear a “hey mama” and keep walking two more feet until a man stands right in front of me and says,
hey! it’s my lucky day.
why? i ask.
‘cuz I LOVE a pretty midget and midgets bring good luck.
cool, i say flatly.
do you like being a midget?
do you like being tall? i smile.
well no offense but i saw me a giant once and a midget and midgets and giants bring good luck.
rad. i exit.
it really wasn’t a big deal, i’m not writing this to be dramatic. people just always ask what it’s like and i forget the day-to-day stories because they happen so frequently it’s not really a big deal. my friends get far more irritated, yesterday someone said, everyone freakin’ looks at you.
once when i was in therapy, my less-than-intuitive therapist asked if i could handle being famous someday because people would stare. um, people always stare. no big deal.
so i thought to myself remember these 2 stories so you can blog about them, they are more interesting to others than they are to you.
so then was driving home on 45th, about to hit stone, when a pretty blonde lady was waiting to cross a busy street with no crosswalk. i was leading the cars so i stopped, particularly because a tall, handsome man walked into the middle of the road and signaled her to cross. he had stopped right in front of my car when i realized it was ERIC DANE aka MCSTEAMY from grey’s anatomy standing right in front of my car. he was…BEAUTIFUL.
i was speechless. they must be in seattle filming, which they do often. that is my dream dream dream goal show to be on.