I can’t remember the last time I was offended. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever been truly offended in my life. Either that makes me incredibly insensitive or just very practical. Ya’ see, I realize there are currently 300 million points of view in the land of the free and I’m okay if most of them don’t happen to align perfectly with mine.
So I had to laugh at the latest story about “offended Americans.” Driving home the other day, listening to NPR’s “All Things Considered,” I heard an interview with an author who has written a book about Chinese / American food. She talked for awhile about fortune cookies, how some people are actually offended by the fortunes they receive, and how their complaints have led to the elimination of certain “negative” fortunes.
In my most productive brainstorming session I would never come up with the concept of someone being offended by a scrap of paper that was stuffed into a cookie 30 days earlier and a half a continent away. I mean, the randomness of it all is off the charts, and yet, apparently, there are people who complain to waiters in Chinese restaurants that they are not happy with or troubled by their fortunes.
News flash for those folks: it’s…a…cookie! It isn’t really predicting your future. It’s supposed to be fun, a little hoot after you’ve crammed your belly full of crab rangoon.
So, why are these people so-o-o-o offended? I admit, I don’t have the answer. I’m practical, remember. Not necessarily all that bright.
Wait! I think I just offended myself.