Names

In class the other day, we sat in a circle and discussed an essay that one of my classmates wrote.  She's a quiet girl, she sits on the opposite side of the class, and I literally had never noticed her until I read her essay.  It was a beautifully realistic piece on the feelings that come when you end up having some spiritual dissonance happening in your life. She wrote about doubts she had about the Mormon (oops, I meant LDS faith)  I basically devoured it, and wrote a little love letter at the bottom of her essay, where I may or may not have included the words "You go Glen Coco" twice...
But then I forgot that we're in Utah... Silly me.
There were a few other students who were offended by the fact that she chose to use the word "Mormon" rather than "LDS." The rest of the class period was lost on a debate about the name of the religion, rather than a useful constructive discussion of a fellow student's essay.
I left the class fuming, which is rare for me.  I still don't know exactly why, except that I have this streak of empathy for the little guy who has to challenge common-held beliefs. I guess what made me so angry is that someone in the majority can get offended by a minority voice, but never takes the time to worry that they ever hurt anyone in the minority.