Absolutely true story that for some reason people find unbelievable until they actually see it: I have a framed, nude photo of my grandmother hanging on the wall in my living room. I'm not sure exactly when it was taken, but it was pre-war...probably 1940 or '41. Anyway, she was working as a waitress and a photographer that owned a studio abover the restaurant she worked at paid her $10 an hour to model. It's art, not porn, and I'm sure if it wasn't my grandma nobody would even think twice about it, but it really is a nice pic and it certainly makes an interesting conversation piece.
Anyway, I'd rather be the world's tallest man, though either would suck. Would you rather have a car that could not go over 35 mph (and you couldn't drive any other car), or Jeff Van Gundy's hair.