The phrase "Call me short one more time shirt" immediately brings to mind a certain school dance back in seventh grade. I remember painstakingly choosing the perfect outfit �C a slightly too-big denim jacket and a t-shirt that, looking back, was probably a size too small, and the absolute humiliation of feeling like a towering giant amongst my peers. See, I was always a head taller than everyone else, a fact they were more than happy to remind me of. It was never malicious, mostly playful ribbing, but those words, the incessant "wow, you�re tall!", it just got old, fast. I wouldn�t have even minded being the tall one if I could have just worn my favorite sparkly sneakers without everyone staring.