Joan of Arc was short too
So this may be somewhat of a strange entry. Then again, it is 9:15 on a weekday during the summer on the east coast. Therefore, I have no one to talk to because the only other person in my house, my sister, is sleeping and anyone I could talk to online from Washington is also sleeping. And I don't doubt that some of them have just gone to sleep. So that leaves me sitting on the floor with my coffee and my computer, browsing the web for nearly useless information. Nearly, because sometimes the information is at least amusing, and if information is able to amuse it cannot be completely useless. So here is my *nearly* useless information for today...
First, I have to explain my sister. Actually, she is my stepsister, making her technically not related to me. So then I cannot rightfully complain that she got the "tall" genes or anything like that. But I will say that it is fairly obvious which of us belongs to which parent. My stepdad is 6 feet tall, my mom is 5'1". My stepsister gets picked up by waterpark lifeguards who ask if she is 17 (to which she wittingly replies "I will be" without actually disclosing in how many years. Guess not everything is inherited through blood, because that she got from me). My guy friends literally pick me up. Now, I'm not saying I don't get hit on, cause I do. I just hardly ever get mistaken for being older than I am (which I will admit will be very nice when I am actually older). There is quite a difference between being 5'2" and 20, and being 5'8" and not yet done growing. If we were sisters by blood, I feel I would be very bitter about this.
That said, I can now move onto what it was I was going to talk about (which has very little to do with the fact that sometimes, yes, Kimmie does get mistaken for being the older sister. Okay, well maybe it does have a little to do with that.. subconsciously). Last night, my mother, my stepfather, my sister, and I sat down to watch In Her Shoes. This was in fact a perfect movie since it is about family and paints a brutally honest picture of sisterhood. But really, this entry has nothing to do with that, either. This is about Cameron Diaz's legs. Yes, her legs. Not her character, not her character's relationship with her sister. This certainly has nothing to do with the fear of ever having to pick up a wasted, scantily clad Kimmie from her ten year reunion (or with the fear of it being the other way around). This has everything to do with those incredibly long, gorgeous legs that walk around completely bare for half the movie and, I have to add this, accentuated by absolutely fabulous shoes. These types of movies, and by "type" I mean ones starring Cameron Diaz, do nothing for my self image. I just watched her, jaw to floor, as her legs sauntered back and forth across our tv, wondering if they had to use a different lens to capture that great distance from toe to hip on one screen.
It wasn't until later when I was watching another movie that I began to cheer up. I was watchng Just Like Heaven with KImmie when it was mentioned that Reese Witherspoon's character was only five feet and two inches tall. My attention peaked. Hey, that's my height, I thought. I'm five foot two! I looked at Kimmie and I said "There is no way Reese Witherspoon is only 5'2... she has to be taller than that... doesn't she?"
Nope. I looked it up this morning. She is 5'2". My height. I wonder if her guy friends pick her up and put her over their heads while she calmly pleads "Please, please put me down..." The news of her height was a bit enlightening and led to more curiousity. So I did some research. Rachel Bilson (Summer from the OC), 5'2". Christina Aguilara, 5'2". Shakira, 5'2". Nicole Eggert, 5'1". Princess Leia, 5'1". Joan of Arc, 4'11"!!!
So Kimmie can keep Cameron and her long legs. I have my own set of beautiful women to look up to... or rather, straight at.
First, I have to explain my sister. Actually, she is my stepsister, making her technically not related to me. So then I cannot rightfully complain that she got the "tall" genes or anything like that. But I will say that it is fairly obvious which of us belongs to which parent. My stepdad is 6 feet tall, my mom is 5'1". My stepsister gets picked up by waterpark lifeguards who ask if she is 17 (to which she wittingly replies "I will be" without actually disclosing in how many years. Guess not everything is inherited through blood, because that she got from me). My guy friends literally pick me up. Now, I'm not saying I don't get hit on, cause I do. I just hardly ever get mistaken for being older than I am (which I will admit will be very nice when I am actually older). There is quite a difference between being 5'2" and 20, and being 5'8" and not yet done growing. If we were sisters by blood, I feel I would be very bitter about this.
That said, I can now move onto what it was I was going to talk about (which has very little to do with the fact that sometimes, yes, Kimmie does get mistaken for being the older sister. Okay, well maybe it does have a little to do with that.. subconsciously). Last night, my mother, my stepfather, my sister, and I sat down to watch In Her Shoes. This was in fact a perfect movie since it is about family and paints a brutally honest picture of sisterhood. But really, this entry has nothing to do with that, either. This is about Cameron Diaz's legs. Yes, her legs. Not her character, not her character's relationship with her sister. This certainly has nothing to do with the fear of ever having to pick up a wasted, scantily clad Kimmie from her ten year reunion (or with the fear of it being the other way around). This has everything to do with those incredibly long, gorgeous legs that walk around completely bare for half the movie and, I have to add this, accentuated by absolutely fabulous shoes. These types of movies, and by "type" I mean ones starring Cameron Diaz, do nothing for my self image. I just watched her, jaw to floor, as her legs sauntered back and forth across our tv, wondering if they had to use a different lens to capture that great distance from toe to hip on one screen.
It wasn't until later when I was watching another movie that I began to cheer up. I was watchng Just Like Heaven with KImmie when it was mentioned that Reese Witherspoon's character was only five feet and two inches tall. My attention peaked. Hey, that's my height, I thought. I'm five foot two! I looked at Kimmie and I said "There is no way Reese Witherspoon is only 5'2... she has to be taller than that... doesn't she?"
Nope. I looked it up this morning. She is 5'2". My height. I wonder if her guy friends pick her up and put her over their heads while she calmly pleads "Please, please put me down..." The news of her height was a bit enlightening and led to more curiousity. So I did some research. Rachel Bilson (Summer from the OC), 5'2". Christina Aguilara, 5'2". Shakira, 5'2". Nicole Eggert, 5'1". Princess Leia, 5'1". Joan of Arc, 4'11"!!!
So Kimmie can keep Cameron and her long legs. I have my own set of beautiful women to look up to... or rather, straight at.