Taboo Party Topics?

I recently went to an “office party” aka “teachers gone wild” party to celebrate the holidays. It was a nice get-together because it is nice to talk to your work friends outside the confines of work. Of course a lot of times it turns into griping about our work either students or fellow workers.
This year I decided to abstain from the “gone wild” portion of the party. I told my friends it is because I want to cut calories. I would rather eat my calories than drink them. The real reason is that I have made the choice not to drink anymore because I don’t like how I can quickly get out of control. One way I do get out of control is that I voice my opinion on such taboo topics of politics and religion. Well, of course, I know that my viewpoints are the only correct ones and everyone else are ignorant heathens. Apparently people don’t like to be told that they are wrong.
Well this year I decided I wasn’t going to be baited into such conversations so I avoided all talk of politics and religion.
But there was one topic that I never thought that I would ever “offend” someone with.
I was telling a story about my trip to Hungary and how we went to a mineral spa. I said that it was like the movie Cocoon. There were a bunch of old people in tiny bathing suits and old men in Speedoes. I said that I had never seen so many women with hairy armpits. I said it was gross because they were wearing a bathing suit with hair hanging out the arm pits. I was then notified by one of my co-workers that she does not shave at all. She said, “It is pointless.” I begged to differ. I could tell that I had upset her with my hairy armpit comments. Is this where the world has gone to? We have to be politically-correct about armpit hair? Somehow armpit hair has been turned into a “lifestyle choice”. Now I have to be apologetic that someone has poor hygiene?
I’m drawing the line right there. There are certain things that I don’t have to be tolerant of and armpit hair is not one of them. Hey, if you got hairy pits, more power to you, but keep it to yourself–under a very thick sweater and out of our sight. Oh, and while I am at it, all that talk about our “carbon-footprint” is a load a junk when you go out to the patio and smoke a pack of cigarettes in 4 hours.
Wow, see, if I had “gone wild” I could of said something like that to her face, but I hold inside and then publish it on the internet instead. Cathartic, ahhh.