Nobody ever sees the downsides.
People ask me all fucking day if I play basketball. Like that's the only possible life one could lead being tall and black. Ugh.
Short chicks are a problem. Seriously, stuff doesn't line up and they have to stand on things when you make out.
Everyone looks up your nose when they talk to you. Worse, people don't understand that personal space doesn't change even though you're higher up, so they talk into your chest and stand WAY TOO CLOSE.
Can't dance or you could elbow someone's face off.
Constantly ducking in doorways, elevators and the like. Ceiling fans in the wrong rooms could kill you.
Unless you're a fat guy, clothes never fit properly, if you can find them at all. I wear a 36/38 waist and a 40 length for pants, and I've maybe seen one pair like that in a store ever. I have to make do with 40-36s unless I get them hand-tailored, as above a 34 length they assume the waist has to go up past 40. The big and tall store is a crock.
Of course, all that's negated by the social status and chick bonuses. Being short must be awful.
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