Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Why Kili and Tauriel won't snog in The Hobbit

So I watched The Hobbit – the Desolation of Smaug over Easter – cosied up by the fire with a dog on my knee, wearing a beanie.  Yes, yes, I know, I know.  I said I wouldn’t watch it; said I hated The Hobbit.  But a few people told me to stop being so picky, so finickity, that I should forget about how it bears precious little resemblance to the book and that I should ignore the fact that it’s been stretched so far that its plot might snap into three overworked exhausted pieces.  And then the nice people at ThinkJam sent me a copy, along with a very fetching beanie hat so, really, it would have been rude not to…right?

And, actually, it was fun.  But then it got me wondering.  About dwarves. They’re having a bit of a moment right now.  I mean Gimli in Lord of the Rings was a bit of a false dawn but those Hobbit dwarves are pretty darn cute (well okay, three of them) and then there’s Tyrion Lannister in Game of Thrones and then there’s…well…okay, but that’s still four dwarf sex icons going on, isn’t it? 

But then I started thinking about it.  In practical terms.  And there’s a problem, isn’t there?  I mean, you just can’t get around the height differential.  You can’t snog someone who’s a couple of feet shorter than you are, can you?  Well, you can, but it can’t be spontaneous - you’d have to sink to your knees or hoik your snogee up onto a handy nearby wall.  Okay, you might say, so skip that bit and go horizontal. But then…well… you can’t attend to both ends at the same time, can you?  

Am I being picky here?   I’m not being dwarfist btw.  You’d equally have a problem if your chap was mega tall.  I was looking at these pics of celebrities who have huge height differences and my neck ached just thinking about it.
It’s a funny thing this height thingy, isn’t it?  I clearly remember when I was at school, a (to my mind) hulking 5’ 8”, a veritable Sansa Stark, thinking that I would have to spend any date shuffling along the gutter in flipflops, dodging drains, while my hypothetical boyfriend strode along the pavement in stack heels.  I even started developing a bit of a hump from hunching over.  It took me years to walk tall.  
But why?  Why does it matter so much?  Why do women want tall men?  Or rather, why do they want men who are taller than they are (because it’s all a question of degree – if you’re 5’2” you’d probably settle for a Tom Cruise-alike, right?)?  And if you’re 5’2” and still going after the over-six-footers, basically you should back off and leave them well alone.  The gangly tall girls need them way more than you do. 

But really, why?  I hunted around and found very little research.  All that’s out there simply confirms that women like men to be taller than they are, and men like women to be shorter than they are.  The women surveyed said they wanted to feel delicate and secure, while the men said they wanted to feel masculine and protective.  Yee-awww…

But again, I started pondering practicalities.  Cos all the attraction stuff comes down to procreation, right?  Bottom line, we are hardwired to fall for people who will give us good babies (when we're young enough to have said babies, of course).  And big tall men could be perceived as being a better bet (to our slow-to-catch up primeval hardwiring) than stumpy little shrimps.  But then, if you’re a tiny woman you don’t want too big a guy, do you, or you’d be stuck trying to push out a monster baby through your size sub-zero pelvis (now I'm thinking of Twilight – yes, I watch way too many crappy films and no, I know he wasn't taller but he was dead for pity's sake and rock hard - yes, yes, enough already).  So basically I reckon it’s way better to stick to someone who’s kinda roughly the same as you – just a bit taller for those snog practicalities. 
Which made me think about that dwarf-elf romance going on in The Hobbit.  Are we going to see some elf/dwarf love action in part three?  Probably but they'll fudge it. Cos, let’s be honest, it’s just not going to work, is it?  I mean, the snogs would look downright daft (unless there’s a handy gutter). And yes, yes, I know he's 'tall for a dwarf' but still...I went checking for pics of Kili and Tauriel together and, yup, you guessed it - there aren't any - well, not standing next to one another. Game of Thrones, of course, is braver - no shilly-shallying there.  And, well, Tyrion Lannister...
What you reckon? Would you?

Anyhow.  The Hobbit – the Desolation of Smaug (which reminds me, something else - ‘Smowg’ rather than ‘Smorg’? – do they know that’s how Tolkien said it?  Cos I’ve always said Smorg) – not bad.  Sorry, very very infeasibly long bracket there.  Oh, and nice song at the end too.



What?  The beanie?  Sure.  Here you go.  J


4 comments:

Frances said...

Jane, there I was getting an image of that dog on your knees being the one with the beenie. And perhaps you do have this captured in a photo from an alternative something-or-other.

I wish that I'd grown taller than my last-measured 5'3 1/4", and hope that my attempts at upright posture haven't lead to shrinkage. I wish that I were taller, because it would make so many of my workday reaching stretches unnecessary, or less taxing.

And then, if I reach back into the last century when romance factored into my life, I recall being attracted to, and also attracted by, fellows who topped six foot something or other. Perhaps this was all down to natural selection?

Well, I'm much older, if not much wiser, now, and never had children.

Can you see how this comment box makes me wander? xo

zenandtheartoftightropewalking said...

My Dad was a whole foot taller than my mum and she still had the nerve to say what you said about tiny girls leaving the tall guys for the tall girls.
N and I are almost the same height. But no, I wouldn't want a guy taller than me (or by much) because that would make me feel threatened and insignificant.

Lisa said...

Some of my shoes make me 6'2" tall. I don't think I'd mind being eye level in platform heels. When I'm wearing trainers, though, the question will be more about whether they could keep up... and if they can't reach the lowest rungs on the jungle gym, they probably won't be seeing much of me when I'm out playing... Some of my best doorman friends were only about 5'6", but I never saw them away from work, and they always went for the much shorter girls too - the girls who could put on high heels and still only be 5'4" :) xx

Irish Eyes said...

5'6" here, and looking up at OH at 6'1", for the moment anyhow. Having hit the 60 mark there seems to be a slight arthritic curve coming some day! The nuns at school informed me that I was an average student, and 5'6" is allegedly the average height. Still, despite their best efforts I managed to survive. I have always been tickled pink by the fact that I am 3 inches taller than half my friends, and 3 inches shorter than the rest of my family! Confession time here...enjoyed Twilight, film and books [compliments to a Twilight fan here] and am looking forward to The Hobbit.