Oh my, now that is condescending!
One time- in the middle of a ferocious row with an overlord-or manager if you will, the stupid sap actually leaned across his desk and said 'Look Sweetheart, there's no need for you to get all bent out of shape. If you don't understand something just ask and I"ll explain it to you.'
I swear to god,
Excuse me? You want to give the little woman a pat on the arse too?
You cannot not imagine the minor explosion that occurred moments after that utterance. Dogs streets away whimpered and tucked their tails between their legs. Little children cried, old folk cast nervous glances over their shoulders, half expecting to see the four riders arrive on the foam flecked mounts.
Even now, years later I can still feel the hackles rise on my neck. And the very air around me seems to have darkened.
Then I laugh, remembering the look on that chap's face as he ran out of that office to find his boss. Come to think of it, that was the fastest sacking I have in my resumé, and that's saying something...
Being called Sweetheart in a condescending manner... I'm against it!