Yeah, being tall sucks. If anyone out there wants to be 4 inches taller, I’ll be your donor.
Honestly if airplane seats were less like medieval torture devices and T-shirts didn’t shrink in the dryer, I’d be all right. I can deal with bumping my head on things and getting the same questions/comments every time I meet someone new. But being constantly reminded by ordinary objects that I’m not considered part of the bell curve? Rude.
It almost has to be intentional. Two sheets of plywood stuck together at 90° would be more comfortable than whatever it is they’re doing.
On the other hand, my wife is 5’4” and springs out of her seat after a four hour flight like she’s just had a spa day.