I know that this is both morally and logically unsound, but the thought of an evil midget terrifies me so much more than the thought of an evil 5’ 10” man.
By the way, I still remember the first time I saw a little person. I was 4 and no one had gone over the fact that they are real people with me, I had only seen them in movies and assumed that they were make believe, just like every dragon and unicorn. After I saw that first one in Maine two thoughts ran through my head
1) Holy shit, my parents are lying to me, they’re lying. Dragons and monsters are fucking real.
and
2) Maine is home to both the Ostrich Farm and mythical creatures?
Since then I’m proud to say that I’ve wised up and also briefly befriended a girl with dwarfism during my first year of college. So. You know… progress or some shit.