It seems surprising that space is three-dimensional. Why so few dimensions?
An anthropic answer seems implausible. Anthropic considerations might explain why we don’t have one or two dimensions—perhaps it’s hard to have life in one or two dimensions, Planiverse notwithstanding—but thye don’t explain why don’t have thirty or a billion dimensions.
A simplicity answer has some hope. Maybe it’s hard to have life in one and two dimensions, and three dimensions is the lowest dimensionality in which life is easy. But normally when we do engage in simplicity arguments, mere counting of things of the same sort doesn’t matter much. If you have a theory on which in 2050 there will be 9.0 billion people, your theory doesn’t count as simpler in the relevant sense than a theory on which there will be 9.6 billion then. So why should counting of dimensions matter?
There is something especially mathematically lovely about three dimensions. Three-dimensional rotations are neatly representable by quaternions (just as two-dimensional ones are by complex numbers). There is a cross-product in three dimension (admittedly as well as in seven!). Maybe the three-dimensionality of the world suggests that it was made by a mathematician or for mathematicians? (But a certain kind of mathematician might prefer an infinite-dimensional space?)