Cutting it Short

I’m going to come out and say it right here and now. The fashionableness of dwarves is over. They have had their time in the sun. (Even though the rays take a little longer to get to them.)

For quite a while now they have been the giggling stock of those who want to appear a little quirky and naughty. I love a show called Robot Chicken, but when the creator said that it was “More fun than slapping a dwarf.” I knew that it had entered far enough into mainstream culture for it not to be hip anymore.

I remember a regular article in a weekend paper called ‘The Two of Us’, where couples (of all sorts) talk about their relationship. One time they had a midget who had married a dwarf, or maybe it was the other way around, I can’t remember. Anyway, she was interviewed first and spoke eloquently about the day to day issues of being a little person. Then the fellow was interviewed and he said that his wife was a lot more active in the little people rights movement than he was, and that there were just some jobs she wouldn’t do, and he respected that. For instance, one time their agent rang with a job where they would circulate at a party with ash-trays strapped to their heads. She wouldn’t be in it, but he said it was good money.

Now as brain-bendingly good as that is (you’d take up smoking for the night wouldn’t you?) that’s tired now. We need a new collectable. A new group of uncomplaining people who are a bit different to ‘us’ and are willing to be the sideshow for a while.

I loved you little dwarfies, with your crazy little shoes and roads made of yellow brick – but I’m over you. (over you… tee hee hee)

See, now I think Gwen Stefani is leading the pack with her collection of Harajuku girls. You can dress them up, and they dance so purty…