I’ve had some nasty things said to me in my time, particularly when I was working. I mean really horrible things, not just what you might call sexist remarks which never bothered me. I worked in a man’s world and was on occasion spoken to (insulted) as a man might be. So now if someone calls me ‘love’, ‘pet’, whatever, I’m delighted by their friendliness. It doesn’t make me feel patronised or that they are being over familiar. I couldn’t care less if a man is called ‘sir’ and I’m not called ‘madam’, though I confess to loving being addressed as ‘ma’am’ by Americans! There are so many things in life to worry about. I don’t feel this is one of them. Does your blood pressure no good! Try being called the c-word, as I have, and compare being called ‘young lady’, which at 70 I wouldn’t mind! I just get on with life and as another poster said, ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’. Smile and carry on!