What we know as lefty today tends to the hypocritical. They exacerbate problems and then complain about the thing they have exacerbated.
Every thing should be cared about, commensurately, and from all sides. Seldom does a handicap appear that doesn’t have some compensatory virtue.
I remember, very unproudly of myself, how there was a kid born with no arm but had a prosthesis, who I called “Crutch-arm.” Well, that didn’t get to him, at least that it showed. And far later in my life, in high school, it was ole “Crutch-arm” who drove the pickup truck pulling a set of parade floats, one of which I was a costumed character on. Zero grudges. That taught me more about caring than any amount of haranguing could have.
I wouldn’t encourage kids to do this, but at least the first answer when they do is not to fly off the handle, but to gently and caringly explain a better way.
This OCD shirt is for all the loons out there that think Christmas is all about commercialization of the birth of Christ. I quit giving gifts on Christmas and I quit receiving them as well unless they were to donate it to the local church.