My petty gripe: bar stools – have we not suffered enough?

‘I want to sit down at a table when I eat. I shouldn’t have to do a high jump or flow through a yoga sequence to scoff down an overpriced burger.’ Illustration: Victoria Hart/Guardian design

Being short comes with sizeable challenges. My view at concerts is almost always blocked. I own more pinchy heels than comfy flats. Finding jeans that fit properly is a headache. But most importantly: bar stools. They are inescapable.

I was reminded of this deep-seated hatred during this year’s Melbourne fashion week. I arrived unfashionably late and had to sit behind the front row – which didn’t upset me, I was truly happy to just be there! But what did annoy me was the only chair choice available: a bar stool that came up to my waist.