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A couple of weeks ago I told my friend that I used to have a huge crush on Thom Yorke and that I used to think he was the hottest thing on the planet. 

What?! You’d crush him!

It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard that. It wasn’t the first time someone told me I’d crush someone smaller than me.

I’ve always found it weird that people think my stature is directly related to some tendency for destruction. Like my height is inversely related to the ability to handle someone gently. Like all of us tall people are running around like Lenny, twisting the necks of little bunnies everywhere. Like we can’t sense or feel pain. 

Like we can’t be crushed ourselves.