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People are dwarf illiterate. That's the only way to explain why so many people, even those in minority demographics who really ought to know better, just assume everybody of dwarf size is the same damn dwarf. Race, body type, fucking gender -- it matters not. If you've seen one dwarf, you've seen ... the only dwarf on Earth, apparently. He gets around.

You name a famous dwarf, chances are I've been mistaken for them. Verne "Mini-Me" Troyer? Yep. Wee Man from Jackass? Absolutely (even though he's Latino and I'm blindingly, devastatingly white). Some random midget wrestler the WWF exploited back in the '80s? You bet. Anybody from Little People, Big World? I'm actually ALL OF THEM. Camera tricks and simple editing just make it seem like an entire family.

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My day job is at a casino. Some guy came up to me and asked me why I wasn't working in my usual department. I was confused, since I do only one job (dealing cards) and that doesn't exactly require a department. I told him that, and he just kept insisting, "No, no, I see you working there all the time." And that's when it hit me: he had mistaken me for the other dwarf on the casino's payroll. Who is female. With long, blonde, wavy hair. I, on the other hand, am decidedly dude-ish, with short dude-ish hair. We look not one bit alike, except for the fact that both of us are short enough to get kicked off a roller coaster. But despite Yoda making it perfectly clear that size matters not, it clearly matters bunches to oblivious jerks.