This is the transcript of a brief conversation I had with a female co-worker today. She was trying to help me remember a lawyer whose name sounded familiar, but whom I couldn't quite place. The conversation is illustrative of how height and gender intersect in ways which sometimes cause cognitive dissonance. And yes, this totally happened today in Real Life.
Me: What was her name again?
Co-Worker: Joanne. You just met her at The Firm Christmas Party, remember? Her "plus one" was that man with the Australian accent.
Me: Ummm? I think I sort of remember her (lie). She was our age, right?
Co-Worker: No. No. This is a much older lady.
Me: Huuum. Oh wait, I know now. Sort of a tall woman with silver hair?
Co-Worker: She had grey hair, but I wouldn't really call her tall.
Me: I mean, I guess she was about 5'9" or so, right?
Co-Worker: Yeah, I guess so. I guess that would be tall for you.
Me: (*paused with confusion*)
Me: What do you mean "for you"? You and I are the same height.
Co-Worker: (*stares blankly*) ... (*looks confused*)
Co-Worker: Well, you know what I mean.
Me: - - - (*Awkward*)