I once had a chair, it had arms, and I fell in love with it. We spent at least 5 hours together everyday, mostly just being together not saying a word, but we understood each other perfectly. As we were both getting older, we grew distant, I no longer spent much time with it, and as I was growing into power the chair was perishing.
Weeks passed by and the chair was becoming uglier, at some point an accident happened and the chair was left armless. My maker started questioning whether we should still take care of the chair, that's when I understood that we shouldn't be ARMcist. It doesn't matter whether a chair is armless or not, they are equal. My chair is still here, enjoying its life, I even reattached its arms back to it (amazing how we moved forward in the chair chirurgy in the last 5 weeks.