Over Pygmalion? Oh dear, how sad, never mind. (to quote the late great Windsor Davies).

Why do we accommodate these people? Now wonder life is so hard and depressing for them. No wonder we have a phentynol problem, a meth problem, a coke problem, because people actively seek depression.

There is no "safe space", no utopian elven city, none of that. Get a skin, learn to function, learn to thrive in the world warts and all. Stop telling me your warts are to be my warts (I loved Pygmalion/My Fair Lady btw), get angry at shitte that really matters, and do something about it.

I was in the infantry. I have no sympathy for these delicate precious psyches. So cancel me, already.