Hulking literary doorman Rob the Bouncer's assertion: short guys (or "Wee 'Pocket Men,'" as he eloquently puts it) flock to clubs, where they start more trouble than normal-sized men because of their little Napoleon complexes. "All I see, all night long, is all these angry little dudes coming up here. I feel bad for them. Sometimes I want to bend down and say, 'Hey little fella, what's the matter? Why don't you go inside and turn that frown around?'" Ok, we'll give you that one. It's true. Another good reason to leave the club to the bouncers, while the short guys visit the homes of the bouncers' girlfriends for surreptitious assignations! What now, giant? [Clublife]
Clubs Overrun With Angry Midgets
10:40 AM on Tue May 13 2008
By Hamilton Nolan
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The best angry midget was the character in the Will Ferrell movie Elf. He was everything you want in a pissy, confrontational midget and more.
@scroll_lock: Nope. Tony Cox in Bad Santa. Angry and pussy-whipped.
Clubs are always overrun with midgets, just in a spiritual rather than a physical sense.
Can't you just pick them up and throw them if they get out of line? Preferably into a wall made out of velcro?
@EnviousJuno: Really? I haven't seen it so I don't know- but I'm willing to consider all contenders for the title.
I thought I'd sat on one once. But no. It was just the Taco Bell.
now if only someone would do something about the bearded ladies.
They're not angry, they're Grumpy...and Sneezy, Cokey, Vengeful, Spock, Slappy, Fatty, Roidy..?
@BalknChain: aren't sneezey and Cokey the same one?
@hypocriteoath: I get them all mixed up, Frumpy, Snorty, Slutty, Breezy..
@BalknChain: no Wheezy..
@BalknChain: Clumpy, Shady, Cock,..
Stumpy, Shorty, Bitchy, Twiggy..
@BalknChain: it's easy to do when you're short, haven't been to bed in 3 days and can't stop sweating.
@hypocriteoath: yeah, I forgot Sweaty..Ugly, Cobby, Nosy..
I don't think they're referencing actual little people. Just men of the 5' 4" variety. My ex was the sort who would get into pointless arguements about various pop culture factoids at a party. . . then google the shit afterward and send out a mass email all like, "In your face drunk bitch who tried to say that Dylan wrote the lyrics to House of the Rising Sun. . . as you can see, it's a folk song - authorship unknown."
Also, I'm pretty sure there's a special hell reserved for people who toss "midgets" onto walls made of velcro. Assholes.
On my first visit to NY back in 2005, a local told me there's a gay bar somewhere in the Village that caters to "men under 5'6" and their admirers". Being 5'5" myself I was most intrigued, but then wondered if the person was just pulling my (stubby) leg. New Yorkers, I ask you: urban legend or real place?
@icallthebigonebitey:
Real. There used to be a weekly party called "Runt" held at Nowhere Bar, for vertically challenged 'mos and admirers. It was hosted by none other than Stephen Merritt of The Magnetic Fields. Don't think its around anymore though.
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