But I have come to learn that it's even more offensive (to everyone else) to correct someone.
Yeah, but when the first person has already done the offending, I'm not particularly interested in "not offending" back.
The "Me and ____" phrase has become so commonplace anymore that it's become a cultural stigma. It goes with, "Yo," "Sup," "Jus' chillin'," and, "Naw, officer, that's not my weed."
...Another pet peeve is the use of the word, "at" at the end of a sentence... As in, "Where are you at?" There's just no reason for it, as "Where are you" works just fine. Again, it's a cultural thing, to speak like a retard and give the impression that you're "ghetto" or "from da hood," when in reality you're actually a very pretty blonde girl from an upper middle class family.
Even worse are those people who drop the "are" in the above sentence and simply say, "Where you at?" This is not an accident - this is purposely speaking in a fashion that paints you as a member of a social group. The speaker usually knows not to end a sentence with a preposition, but chooses to do so anyway in order to pretend to be a part of something that they're not.
By the way, it's the same social group that failed the first grade, wears their pants around their knees (offensively showing their underwear) and wears their hats sideways and shirts fifteen sizes too large. Why anyone would actively attempt to identify themselves as a part of such a mentally challenged group of individuals, I have no idea.
As a side note, I am watching two of them right now on another episode of "World's Dumbest Criminals." It seems that when the cops showed up, they were unable to run because their untied shoes and extreme-sized pants prevented a fast getaway. Please explain to me why you would want to be affiliated with these kinds of people.
When a young man shows up looking for one of my daughters with his pants hanging off his butt, I take my favorite comedian's advice and bring out the staple gun. "Son," I say, "Obviously you're going to have a problem keeping your pants on tonight, so to ensure that somehow they don't come off during the course of the evening, I'm going to staple them to your hips for you."
If they ever come back a second time (and they rarely do), they're sure to wear a belt.