The suit adds a few inches, but renders your arms useless, I'm afraid.
Many men and women, too, in this country would like to be astronauts. But who are we kidding? Men. Big men of science.
Again, like young Werner, below, note the dress and posture. Right hand up, slacks pressed with the force of a thousand colliding suns. Less casual this time, as noted by the darker sports coat and the dangling left hand. This is a man of serious cheekbones and disposition. The sort of man we need to strap to the top of a rocket and let fly. He could use the release, metaphorical or otherwise.