It's not Monday again? All right. Out with it. One of you smart young whippersnappers has a built trans-temporal fugimomator and you've trying it out on me. I know perfectly well that weeks are normally at least three months long. You can't fool me that easily. Ha. One thing I'd like to know is why you evil geniuses will keep using me as a test subject? I promise you, in the future, or the next dimension or the planet Borogrove... they're expecting someone taller. And better looking. With money. Possibly with intelligence too. So why the little hairy fellow, eh?
I mean every bit of research shows that in real world it's the tall handsome blokes with right family who gets the promotion, and the girl. Yeah, I know. There was Napoleon (and Casanunder), but in general terms if you were going to pick on likely heroes in real life it's not going to shrimp orphan, or the junior cabin boy, or the standard fantasy trope, the underdog. So why do we root (put your minds back above your belt, Australians, or I'll confiscate your sheep! root in English or American sense) for the little guy facing huge odds, the underdog, the least likely hero on the block.
My own theory is that it evolved to prevent the species becoming totally inbred, but maybe I'm wrong. It's a major feature of our writing. It's popular. Why, and how do you exploit it? I've got ideas. I always have ideas, but I'd be curious about yours.
And short squat types try harder.