For today’s episode of G’s honest and thought provoking blog postings, we’ll be discussing the very important question of whether bigger is really better. Why do all my short girl friends (shorter than me and I’m SHORT) want a guy that’s over 6 feet tall? Honey, you ain’t even gonna see his face!
Of course, art isn’t much different than love interests. Just like how a girl is consumed by the height of her boy toy, I feel like art consumes me, especially if it’s big (which isn’t rare since I am rather small). An example would be the London Terrace Apartments, whose dimensions and seemingly endless windows seem to watch and judge me. My virtual tour did no justice to the actual size of it, especially since I viewed it from ground level (because I was a noob and didn’t make it on the High Line, thanks for noticing) and because I was thinking of how the dude who created the apartments jumped off those buildings (which sounds cooler than dying peacefully in a hospital bed, right?)
Most importantly (I need an answer, please): do I like him, or is he just tall?
