Our house in England was built in 1837. Those were some narrow halls and doorways, definitely--we loved it (I loved that house so much, I still cry thinking of it), but they were narrow--just like my husband had to duck to go through most of the doorways in the house because they were only 6 feet high and he's 6'3. This fat bitch should try visiting a few castles; there are some where the stairs are so narrow and short (made for tiny medieval feet) that I had trouble on them, and I'm a woman's 7.5 shoe (5.5 UK, for clarification). She wouldn't get through the door. Sorry, Piggy, the world can't be retroactively rebuilt to suit your eating habits.