This Version of 'Baby It's Cold Outside' Mocks Liberals & Reminds Us How Ridiculous Their PC Rules Are
There’s currently a holy jihad against the song “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” Written in 1944, the holiday classic is currently verboten because it includes the line, “Say, what’s in this drink?” — apparently, to some, a sign that the male figure in the holiday tune was going to drug and rape the female figure.
I wasn’t alive 74 years ago, but then as now drugging women and then raping them was beyond frowned upon. Many things in gender relations changed in the intervening three-quarters of a century but I’m fairly confident that isn’t one of them.
Nor is it a predatory anthem where a man is constantly importuning a woman desperately, another argument used against the standard. Holiday favorites generally aren’t built on such a foundation, and you would hope people would realize this. Alas, no.
Radio stations across the country have taken it off their playlists. An indoor lacrosse team in Saskatchewan has made news for the indignation they’ve caused by showing support for the song, which is a sign of just how contentious the issue is because nobody cares about indoor lacrosse anywhere it’s played, much less Saskatchewan.
But, hey, if you need to hear “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” this Christmas but the Dean Martin version has been taken off of your local radio station’s playlist, here’s the Holderness Family with a 2018 version of the song:
“Baby it’s cold outside” 2.0
But, seriously😏#MondayMotivation pic.twitter.com/45uQSmSzGF
— 🇺🇸🇨🇺🇺🇸MamaReg🇺🇸🇨🇺🇺🇸 (@MamaReg2) December 10, 2018
That about sums it up.
Most of the sturm und drink has to do with these four lines:
“So really I’d better scurry (Beautiful please don’t hurry).
“Well maybe just a half a drink more (I’ll put some records on while I pour).
“The neighbors might think (Baby it’s bad out there).
“Say what’s in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)”
Again, let me reiterate that date rape drugs weren’t culturally acceptable in 1944. There weren’t misogynist, cisgendered white husbands laughing along with that and going, “Oh, that Dean Martin. He’s joking around about putting a barbiturate into her drink. Oh, ho ho. That cad.”
Nor is the male figure a predator, which is another reason being given for banning the song.
“People might say, ‘Oh, enough with that #MeToo,’ but if you really put that aside and read the lyrics, it’s not something that I would want my daughter to be in that kind of a situation,” said a host at WDOK-FM in Cleveland, the first major station to ban the song.
“The tune might be catchy, but let’s maybe not promote that sort of an idea,” the host said.
I didn’t think that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” needed to be contextualized for the modern era, but apparently I’m wrong. So, here’s an abridged version.
I don’t think there’s any possible explanation of the song that doesn’t involve two grown adults. Both — I reiterate, both — want to be with one another, as can be understood by the context of the song; even the female parts are sung by someone who wants to be involved (“I wish I knew how … to break this spell,” the female protagonist sings).
So, what’s going on here? The female protagonist simply wants the male protagonist to do a little bit of pursuing. She’s not trying to get away. If that were the case, trust me, she’d find a cab. And that’s where the joke is in the parody version. It’s a guy who can’t take the hint. He doesn’t know how to pursue. There shouldn’t be anything inappropriate with pursuit as long as the individual being pursued is interested.
But that’s not what political correctness is saying in this day and age. Instead, they want the art of romance to look something like this:
All I’m saying is that if a Saskatchewan-based indoor lacrosse team wants me to go to the effort of protesting against them, this is what it ought to embrace. Then, I’d gladly stand in the glacial conditions outside some godforsaken Saskatoon arena with an angry placard, no matter how cold it was outside.
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