I could care less who gets pissed off at me. They’ll get over it.
Reminds me of what I said to my wife over dinner just last night when the subject of an incident I inspired during the family camping trip this holiday weekend came up. Someone was talking about their "great" derelict son’s "great" girlfriend (not the one raising his two kids; the other one) who’s a stripper / lap dancer. I referred to her as a whore. There was some commotion.
But as I told my wife: life’s just too short to listen to people’s bullshit while nodding your head. Eff that.