For a while, I was really into midgets. I even wrote a few short stories about them. Because I am inappropriately tall, I guess it's like midgets are like my familiars. Or doppelgangers. Or whatevers. After a while, though, I kind of fell out of love with midgets. What with that show on TV about midgets, it was like midgets went mainstream. If everyone loves midgets, what's the point in me loving them, too? But then I read this story about this Pulitzer-nominated journalist who ended up being the manager of a strip club, and it mentioned that a midget stripper was coming to dance at that club sometime soon. Tiny Tina. I can't stop googling her. The various accounts. The odd pictures. The lack of a website. The promise of a "Feature Midget Entertainer." Really, I can't get enough of midgets now. And then there's this.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
For the Love of Midgets
For a while, I was really into midgets. I even wrote a few short stories about them. Because I am inappropriately tall, I guess it's like midgets are like my familiars. Or doppelgangers. Or whatevers. After a while, though, I kind of fell out of love with midgets. What with that show on TV about midgets, it was like midgets went mainstream. If everyone loves midgets, what's the point in me loving them, too? But then I read this story about this Pulitzer-nominated journalist who ended up being the manager of a strip club, and it mentioned that a midget stripper was coming to dance at that club sometime soon. Tiny Tina. I can't stop googling her. The various accounts. The odd pictures. The lack of a website. The promise of a "Feature Midget Entertainer." Really, I can't get enough of midgets now. And then there's this.
