I rarely get offended by anything thrown my way, except extreme anti-Americanism. I'll buy that a lot of us are racist, fat, lazy, stupid, and ignorant, or at least the ones among us that get on television. Past that, and I think you're an instigator who has gone too long without being kicked in the teeth; Believe me, I'll gladly catch you up.
Anything else doesn't get to me. I like being called a cracker, a honky, a white boy, a vampire, or anything else, because each of those names is hilarious and they never understand why I can't stop laughing. I understand that if I try to return the love in an equally hateful manner, I'm a backward redneck. I guess Whitey still has some years to pay back, even if none of it was my own fault. I'll agree to that, if only because it's a fight I won't be able to win. I will also tolerate feminists, as long as they're actually trying to reach equality.
I do, however, like people to whom I can make jokes at, jokingly, and they laugh and respond with another one. I hang around such a diverse group of people that it provides hours of conversation and fun. You can find almost any heritage, ethnicity, or background in our group, and everyone can laugh and have a good time. That, to me, is tolerance, rather than getting hung up on a minor crack about credit scores or mayonnaise made by someone who shows you respect at all other times.