I am not a huge fan of the music that is played at work. I hold the opinion that workplaces should stay PG-13. I agree that freedom of speech should be cherished. But when you are at the jobsite, you need to play nice. No swearing, no disrespecting; adopt a kid-gloves mentality.
When I hear coworkers blaring angry shouting-into-microphones-with-too-much-bass-music, it stresses me out. When I hear music about sleeping around and calling women derogatory names, it bothers me.
However, I freely admit that my life has less stressors than others’. Go ahead and take this test. I believe I scored just under the beginning threshold. A score of 150 seems about right for my life.
Honestly, I do not have any ancestors that were treated as slaves. I have not been run over by a minivan. I am not breaking up with my significant other who wants to be in an open relationship. No divorces, no deaths, and no debt. I always argue that I am richly blessed.
Yes, I wish people would play different music. But I am not recovering from PTSD. I am not about to be evicted. I do not have shackles on my legs as I work. Sadly, that cannot be said for everyone.
Besides, if we start dictating how our coworkers behave, we end up in a clone colony. Do you want to live the life of The Island? Of Equals? Even Stepford Wives? I think not.
Plenty of wackos out there. They all have to earn a living. Might as well enjoy the parts we find delightful and try to gloss over the points that are irritating.
(Unless they are being flat-out abusive to others. That, we do not put up with. Nuh-uh.)
...Of Course, this Could All Go Horribly Awry 
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