Like with anything, say something often enough and it becomes completely meaningless. The world may be filled with people – supposedly – apologizing for something, but has it actually become a nicer place? I don’t believe so. In the end, people are going to be so concerned with being seen to be offensive/so scared of actually giving an opinion that pretty much every opening gambit and subsequent exchange of opinion will have that fucking awful phrase as a prefix.
Imagine it:
Bank robber approaches teller with sawn-off shotgun:
Robber: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to fill this huge sack with the word “SWAG” painted on it full of money.
Teller: I’m sorry, but I don’t have access to the safe.
Robber: Well I’m sorry, but if you don’t do it within the next thirty seconds I’m going to blow your motherfucking head off.
Or:
The end of a romantic dinner:
Her: I’m sorry, but I have to ask, my place, for coffee?
Him: I’m sorry, but I only drink tea.
Her: I’m sorry, but I don’t have any milk. Can we stop off at the store on the way home? You can have your cup of tea and then make love to me tenderly whilst we listen to some Slayer.
Him: I’m sorry but I’m not sure tenderness is my forte. How about I – with much apology – insert my erect member into your furry glove box and enthusiastically – and with no little grinding – pump myself with the gusto of a pneumatic driller on speed until I am satisfyingly spent?
Her – LOL. (Pause). I’m sorry.
See what I mean? Exaggerated it may be, but see how beginning a multitude of sentences with that phrase that is my anathema renders apologising meaningless?
Good. So don’t do it. Especially around me.
Why?
Because you’ll be fucking sorry…
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