I, at least, was not offended, Sylvie.
Here is another one: So... I grew up in Bezerkely - i.e., Berkeley, CA, in the hippy days. A serious bubble of existence where, and when, there was a ton of "cultural bridging." I wore saris, among other things, because it was, well, within the culture to do so. Like, I had a Jewish friend with a step dad from India, and they brought them back from trips home. I also really like the pants/tunic style, and there are lots of shops around, and everybody goes in.
But OK, so I go visiting relatives in the Carribean. I pack my little tunic outfits thinking how ideal they are for down there - i.e., not thinking at all. The first thing I hear when I arrive is: Why are you wearing traditional Indian clothing? A little bit weird, like no one dresses like this anymore to boot. Like I'm doing South Asian Goth or something.