(08-18-2019 11:28 AM)beta_plus Wrote: The sudden collapse of USA male height in 1975 is due to third world immigration.
USA male height, isolated for white men, is due to ancestry. Diet has nothing to do with it.
While Scandinavia, Netherlands, parts of the UK, and Northern Germany have very tall white men, if you go to other parts of Europe men are not that tall except for isolated regions like parts of Croatia and Bosnia.
For example, in southern Germany the average guy is definitely a bit under 6 feet and not because of bad health or diet. Much of America's white ancestry (including partly Donald Trump - I suspect much of his height is from his Scottish side), is from that region.
Note that Trump has at least a couple of inches on his South German-American dad in the photo and is stooping down a little.
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Americans, on the whole are tall bastards. At least the ones I've come across. But not just tall, well beefed out.
Not like the Dutch, who, yes, are a bit taller again, but more like a stringy bean skinny beanpole. Then again, I've seen some seriously swole and tall Dutch lads as well. We're generalizing here.
As for the Brits, we don't have that many really tall people, and we have a lot of short people, but on average, we may be slightly above average height, in the world-stakes. But it varies as well in the UK.
I come from a land of below average height people in the UK, but I am above average height, world-wide. I'm also above average height, UK-wide and especially where I live now. I'm just about a foot taller than most men I meet on the street.
When I go shopping in the supermarket, I am taller than about 75 percent of men there - all thousand of them. But, no need to get cocky, that other 25 percent might only be a tad bit taller (the majority of them), but the last 5 percent are an order of magnitude taller again.
It's a humbling experience walking around the aisles and being taller than most men there, only to turn one corner and get confronted by some 6'7" motherfucker!
Men of a certain height don't tend to notice height in other males when they are the same size or slightly smaller. Greater variations, yes. Ok, that guy is a bit short. But you really need to be very short for it to register - like by at least 6 inches or more.
But no matter how tall you are, and there is a directly proportional law at play here, when you meet someone taller you really notice it - might only be an inch or two, but it stands out, relative to your environment.
I'm sure short people notice height, but tall people notice it too when they come across another motherfucker just half an inch taller.
It works both ways and plays back and fore. Some guy who was an inch taller than me was being funny to me in the shop. I just gave it back, good humoured. He quickly became quite good humoured himself. Was it height, even though I was shorter than him, but still taller than 75 percent of other people he was used to bullying? Who knows.
I'll just throw this out there again. When I met Bernie Ecclestone who is only five foot nothing, he seemed to be the same height to me. I didn't think 'oh here is a short person'. He didn't wear Tom Cruise lifts in his shoes. He almost reveled in his shortness. He kept his back straight, as much as anyone can who can hardly walk because your hips are so fucked from old age.
A cripple, practically, dragging himself along. Just looking up and looking in to the eye of the person he was conversing with. Honestly, height was not an issue. And I can see how he bagged that tall super model and got super tall daughters. Not a hint of fear. Not a hint of inferiority. The money helps, sure it does. But just as the money doesn't cure your bad hip (no matter how many operations you have had by top surgeons), money does not cure an inherent sense of inferiority.
Whatever it was that earned this man his money, was the same attitude that made him an equal among other men a foot taller than him.
Rewind to Camden Town many years ago and me gatecrashing a Paratrooper reunion. Some seriously fucking big lads there - like 6'9" and more. But there was also a few who were also 5 foot nothing. You always think an elite regiment of soldiers tend to be taller, and for the most part they were, but still, there's room in there for the little lads to nip under the fences, go through fox-holes the big lads can't get through.
And you know what, these little lads (only two of them) were the most lovely and down to earth guys you would ever wish to meet. It was almost like a piss-take. Till I said, I'm sorry, but you're having me on here, you're not really Para regiment are you? In good spirits he lifted his shirt up and showed me the wings he had tattooed on his upper chest and arms. In full view of the other big fuckers that had the tats all over them. NO one batted an eyelid.
He was a Para alright. Dropped out of planes at 10,000 feet in the dark of night with more than his body weight strapped to his back. Tough motherfucker. 5 foot nothing at all. Unbelievable.
His 6'9" mates were real pricks though, calling me gay and saying I was a sissy (the big bushy beard didn't fool them unfortunately). The others looked on to see my reaction. I was with an Eastern European hacker who was only about 4 and half foot! To make matters worse, his name was 'Mordred' - to which they replied: You are taking the piss!
I did my best hard man act to the 6'9" fucking monster orc, and kind of got away with it. I showed heart. It wasn't a showdown. I got bought a few more beers by the lads. They took my ex-girlfriend outside and did some business (no, not that kind of business - I don't want to say anymore).
Even though it was a get together, there was still a CO who was sober and stood over proceedings. He was about 6'4". An officer and a gentleman. We talked about warry stuff. About how my Grand-Father was mentioned in dispatches for storming the beach at Normandy. He explained what regiment it would have been. It was through this information he gave me that I was able to find him.
When the 6'9" guys were being pricks to me, he didn't intervene. It was a free for all. But he was there watching. Leading. There were new lads there that had just come back from Afghanistan and there were old lads there that had been out of the game for decades.
All of them brothers. Bonded.
It was a beating hot day. One of the hottest days the UK has ever seen.
And this was the nicest touch of all:
In the toilet, someone had bought a roll-on deodorant. Nothing fancy.
And it was on the window ledge. It had a very slight perfume, but was pretty neutral. However, every time a lad came back from a piss, he smelled a little bit of that deodorant. You could tell he had washed up and cleaned up. Hands would have been washed as well, I have no doubt.
I dared not even look at that deodorant too long, let alone pick it up and use it.
Short story, long.
You can not decide the height you want to be. It's bestowed upon you. Genetics, diet, etc. etc.
But what you can do is build character, by yourself, or with the help of other men. You can become strong or you can become rich, or you might be able to become both.
For all my good looks, and my foot plus height advantage over the 5 foot Paras, there wasn't a woman in that place that wouldn't have chosen him over me. The full on Para wings tatts, the cheeky smile, the incredibly charming demeanour - he was the most dangerous motherfucker in the room. The 6'9" beast of burden was just that - a good guy to have around when things get hairy, but a bit 'obvious' at most other times. Horses for courses. He was a good looking motherfucker too, I'll give him that - he must have slayed and slayed and slayed. A modern day Viking. But still, only part of the team. The Maroon Machine.
Anyway, it's a small club, and I wasn't in it!
I headed off with my ex and 'Mordred', mingling among the Camden Town trendy types, who were just posing. I felt as if I had been touched by true royalty, and I had. These other clowns...
I always think of that particular scenario when the subject of height is brought up. Unless you are a 4 foot midget, you can still slay, but more than that, you can find a nice girl to settle down with. Slaying isn't for everyone and those of us that have done it often report back that it's not all it's cracked up to be.
Once you become a man, you only need to make one connection in this life. The most important connection of your life. It's the only reason really to become a man.
I've met guys with an effeminate vocal style, bad dress sense, wrong side of the tracks etc. etc. - but their inner nature always shone through, and women (and even other men) loved them.
Be very careful who you would judge on just height or looks or 'tone of voice' alone! Some of the hardest motherfuckers (I mean destroyers) I've ever known had a slightly raised pitch to their vocal inflections, or had a lisp, or...
Take care. When you're out at that bar, and some five foot nothing guy is being extra nice to you when you are being a prick to him - that is when you really need to sit up and take notice.
He might just have some Para wings inked on to his upper body somewhere that polite company can't see.