I'm short. I'm not quite 5'2". I can't change light bulbs without the aid of chairs, tall ones. When I move into a new house, nothing goes on a top shelf that isn't strictly decorative. If I cared in the least about fashion, my pant legs would be hemmed. Instead, I roll up my cuffs. All of them. I can't buy short skirts, because even short skirts come to my knees. When I wanna look like a skanky ho, I pull out a big slinky shirt. It'll hit me mid-thigh. When I indulge in my taste for long skirts, I make sure that I give myself extra time to get everywhere. I can't run or I'll trip over the hem, and going up stairs is a nightmare. I usually end up grabbing the fabric in a bunch and letting everyone see my slip. *I* am short.
Blair isn't short. He is on the short side of the curve for average, but he's not small. He's taller than most of the women he'd like to date. He can grab the top of doorsills without undue stretching. He can hit ceiling tiles in a single bound. (It always takes me five or six.) Tall kitchen cabinets don't phase him. He can see over the top of floor lamps and clothesracks in department stores. When he hangs out with Henry and Rafe, the three of them see pretty much eye-to-eye.
What he does do, is hang out with Jim & Simon, two guys who are TALL. This gives some Sentinel authors a skewed perspective.
I call this the Colonel Kira problem. Nana Visitor gave me the greatest disappoint ever from a celebrity. She's 5'8". I always assumed she was about my size. Turns out, DS9 was the world's tallest show. Teri Farrell, Avery Brooks, and Alex El-Siddig are all really tall people, six feet and up. Nana's just shorter than the people we see her with all the time. She's not short.
And neither is Blair.
But me. I'm short.