“It’s the freedom that people are scared of; the fact I’m comfortable and happy,” Pugh told Turner-Smith of the vitriol. “Keeping women down by commenting on their bodies has worked for a very long time. I think we’re in this swing now where lots of people are saying, ‘I don’t give a shit.’ Unfortunately, we’ve become so terrified of the human body that we can’t even look at my two little cute nipples behind fabric in a way that isn’t sexual. We need to keep reminding everybody that there is more than one reason for women’s bodies [to exist].”

I've moved well into the area of "I don't give a shit", but not for the reason you want. I'm tired of the, "Fuck what you think, fuck any responsibilities I have, fuck your problems with what I'm doing. I'm going to do what I want, and if you think it hurts you or damages society, then you can fucking kill yourself. If I see you asking for help, I'm gonna spit in your fucking face you fucking mayo monkey manlet." attitude that is popular among our elites, institutions, celebrities, highschool teachers, doctors, lawyers, politicians, judges, economists, scientists, etc.

I've gone into full: "celebrate your abortions" mode. It's the Libertarian streak in me that knows better than to care what you do.

Collectivists ignorantly think that individuating people is a problem because they can't tell the difference between individualism and atomitization. Individualism requires someone's scope of responsibility to be limited down to the smallest level that they can control. Then, as they become more mature, they can expand up their responsibility. You have to recognize that as chaos is an emergent property of order, it is also true that order is an emergent property of chaos. That's where the maximum benefit lies: limiting incorrect imposed order, such that order re-emerges naturally from the ground up, rather than the top down (which it always does).

As such, there is no way, and no reason, to try and impose moral standards on you. I have to watch you hit the floor, bounce off it, and then watch you hit it again. I can't offer you a hand without you trying to break it.

So fine. Celebrate your abortions. Dress like a slag. Exposure yourself like the whore of Babylon. The only thing I care about is keeping your tuna fish snatch away from people I care about. I'm not interested in helping you act in a moral manner when you are incapable of it anyway. I care about me and mine, and when you're gone, they will be the ones to rediscover the burned out hellscapes of the shitholes you live in.

We don't have to save you.