And what if I'm sitting in a coffee shop with four or five co-workers, all dressed in biz casual, a couple of them are black, and I let loose with a quip that "you can take a boy out of the South (where *I* used to live) but you can't take the South out of the boy."
I'm white. And if every other person at the table is white (or even just non-black), nobody gets offended. But with a couple of black personnel at the table, I now have to discreetly discover whether either has ever lived in the South, lest I offend.
There's not a ghetto within miles, and every one of these guys is employed in the tech sector, but I still have to self censor.
Why the hell can't our education system -- which has managed to indoctrinate whole generations into a "deserving" mind set -- eradicate the stigma from a word that was abused fifty or a hundred years ago?
Why is it that *I* was raised to know that I own the knobs that control my emotions, and the rest of society still believes "offended" is caused by "the other guy?"
What the hell?
Someone calls me a "geek" or a "nerd" and I just roll with it. Someone calls me "stupid" or some other denigration, and I check to see if there's some justification for it or whether this is simply his way of disagreeing. They're my emotions, and I get to calibrate where my "anger threshold" is, and what the triggers are. I don't have to like it, but I need to know who owns how I feel.
And yet, for some reason, we continue to conduct ourselves as though we have some genetic connection to Pavlov's dogs, unable to marshal our feelings, emotions, and responses, and always at the whim of some careless word or phrase.
Humanity needs to friggin' grow up. Or at least achieve some small measure of enlightenment.
After thousands of friggin' years, isn't it about time?