Baby It’s Cold Outside… my ass… the anatomy of a date rape song…

Pouring My Art Out

I was going to do a scathing rewrite of this creepy Christmas song, to try, in a funny way, to highlight just how creepy it really is… but when I Googled the words, I realized that I didn’t need to bother. The song speaks for itself. This song was written in 1944. You have to remember to take it the context of the times. Women were still expected to be virgins when they got married. Reputations could be ruined if a lady spent the night with a man, let alone actually slept with him. But even if we forget that fact and place this in a modern context, it is never alright for a man not to take no for an answer. And pouring drinks into a woman to get her to sleep with you is not okay… then or now or ever.

So, instead of rewriting the woman’s part of the song……

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