Fuck 'em. I love colorful language and I'm smart enough to base my feelings on language more on the intent and the context the language is delivered with than some over-sensitive twat's idea of what is and isn't acceptable. After all, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Remember that shit? There's a glorious concept that has fallen out of style in this era of "woe is me" and "don't hurt my feelings, they're all I have" and whine-sniff-cry-whine-whine.
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em hard.