I was 15 when I first realised my tallness was a turn on to women.
The lighting was low, the music was loud and my stomach was doing the hokey cokey.
My first night in a club, I was promised by my older cousin, would be a night I would never forget.
Twenty minutes through the door and ten Aftershocks later and it already felt like a night I would never remember – and then came Jemima.
I also embraced the (mostly American) tailored blouses and wrap dresses that flattered curves and played to my strengths, regardless of whether they were “in style” here or not. It didn’t take long, however, for her to fall in love with the city and decide that one year in Paris wasn’t nearly long enough…
At the end of the day, it was actually a pretty French approach to dressing: only wear fashion that makes you look great. While good sense may have won out over my dreams of becoming a French fashion icon, I confess, I haven’t entirely given up on my Audrey Hepburn fantasy. Crew, I still like to accessorize with a stylish scarf, sunglasses, and a spritz of my favourite Chanel perfume. She is now a print and video editorial project manager for a French fashion tech company and enjoys writing about everything from the best baguette in Paris to what it’s like to travel overnight on an unheated chicken bus to Uyuni, Bolivia, in the dead of winter (true story).
Like Audrey Hepburn in “Sabrina”, I, too, wanted to be magically transformed into an irresistible, doe-eyed creature draped in elegant scarves and sporting sexy topknots, as I flitted gracefully down the Champs-Elysées. After all, I was surrounded by living, breathing examples of the real thing on a daily basis. I pored over fashion blogs and analyzed outfits in store windows. The reason I couldn’t pull off French clothing was because it was cut to flatter French women.
Finally, I made a few calculated splurges and hurried home with my purchases, excited to begin my transformation from Canuck caterpillar to Continental butterfly. For some reason, when I put on the same loose-fitting, blousy dresses and tops that looked so sophisticated on the French girls I passed in the street, I looked like I was wearing… And whether you chalk it up to genetics, hormones in our processed food, or differences in diet, for the most part, the aforementioned group tends to be… less “amply proportioned” in the chest department than their American counterparts.
The perfect excuse to fly first class: “My legs don’t fit in economy”.He said that the masculine ability to offer physical protection is clearly connected to the gender stereotype of men as protectors, and that "in a society that encourages men to be dominant and women to be submissive, having the image of tall men hovering over short women reinforces this value." In other words, tallness exaggerates the favoured masculine traits of protection and security – characteristics that evolutionary theorists say women look for when partnering up with the potential father of their children.It’s a view backed up by Dr Viren Swami, a social psychologist at the University of Westminster.There’s a reason I clearly state I'm 6’5” on my Tinder profile, let’s put it that way. Why does being tall work so well when it comes to meeting women?Yesterday in Telegraph Men, body image expert Natasha Devon said that many of the woman she has spoken to say they are looking for a partner who is taller than them (a particular problem for tall women).