Not to mention that, as a shorty, it's often difficult for my feet to reach the pedals--brake and gas aren't as bad as clutches, which are often set farther back and need to be pressed more deeply than the others--to be able to see over the steering wheel without the wheel so close to my chest that it's uncomfortable.  I can't drive just any car, because many sportscars have low-slung seats, and I literally cannot see over the dash/wheel in order to drive them--I had to sit on a pillow to drive my husband's Mustang, when he had it.  I am constantly banging my knees (painfully!) getting out of my current car because I have to sit close to the wheel, so my knees hit the wheelshaft/those weird lumps and protrustions on the shaft when I exit the vehicle, if I'm not careful.  When I go through a drive-through, I have to pull my car really close to the window, because my arms aren't that long and my shoulders/arms are barely above the bottom of the window; I have to lean way out, sometimes to the point of needing to unbuckle my seatbelt and straighten my legs to lift myself up in order to do it. Do you hear me whining and bitching about Tall Privilege? No. I just accept that not everybody is the same and I'm shorter than most. That's the way the world works. I didn't choose to be short. You choose to stay fat. Fuck you.  Fat Privilege is being able to act like the natural consequences of your own shitty decisions are something the world is doing to you, rather than something you're basically doing to yourself. Fat Privilege is insisting you should get to (literally) have your cake and eat it, too.