A true story:
I worked for many years with this Scottish bloke. He was/maybe still is a lorry driver and for the last 10+ years he’s been collecting material out of quarries I’ve worked in. You couldn’t meet a more Scottish person. Thick Glasgow accent, virtually unintelligible when excited.
The first time I met him, I had to ask him what his name was to print on the ticket:
“THEY CALL ME JOCK!” he bellowed at me, or so it seemed at the time.
And apparently, they did. Everyone does. And to this day, I don’t know his real name, everyone calls him Jock.
And that’s it. It’s the way words are used, not the actual words you speak that matter. I could insult anyone without using any explteives or so called racial slurs , a lot worse than if I did.
I love the Jocks. Lovely people, great country. 🙂