Me thinks the world has become proffessional at being offended by most anything. In fact, I think many look to find excuses to be offended.
And now for a real life story in which I was an offender:
A few years ago, before the covid thing, I used to dance Argentine Tango frequently. One day at the coffe shop I frequented for well over ten years, and still do, ahead of me was a young woman, wearing a gorgeous pair of shoes, like the ladies in the Milongas (tango dance get together) often wore. They are big bucko$$$. Compliments on shoes are frequent. So, I asked if she was a tango dancer.
She ignored me. A few minutes later she walks up to me screaming: you should have more respect for women, how dare you call me a tabletop dacer, and etc...... Raving on for a few minutes.
Me, baffled, trying to get a word in, say I asked if you were a tango dancer, those shoes are often worn by women in tango dances.
More raving by her, then she finally walks away.
Fellow sitting next to me was one of the baristas on a break, says, I clearly heard you say Tango. He was totally blown away by the screaming and the accuastion.
I know I have an accent, yet, for the life of me can't figure out how Tango turned into tabletop.
Good thing I did not comment on her talking into her wrist communicator device, in between the order for double something extra sugar goey drink. AKA Dick Tracy became reality.
Meh, life goes on. Since then I find the world of constantly offended amusing.