Some very loud, but small groups of social justice warriors are continuing their 'book burning' efforts. But now they're taking on the recording industry and music that our grandparents loved to listen to.
A wintry-themed song of chivalry and romance is now being condemned as sexual harassment and promotion of the rape culture. Mind you, they've spared the hip hop genre and the gangsta rap recordings which overtly demean with language that polite chooses not to quote*.
Western culture is facing the nutty extremes of a snowflake mentality where 10% of our people claim to be perpetual victims of something, and a very loud 30% are intent on speaking for those often made up victims, but really are motivated by political and cultural destruction.
Let's look at the lyrics which Dean Martin first recorded in 1944.
It was written specifically as a female - male duet. The setting is the home of the male. The weather is a major concern with snow. The man offers hospitality. the woman is concerned for her reputation more than anything. The woman came to the man's home and says she had a great visit.
Yes, this man is enamored by this woman. They are already in a romantic relationship. She loves his attention. So how is this song in any way a promotion of rape or exploitation? A stronger case can be made that this is a demeaning stereotype, suggesting that men cannot be trusted at all.
This is a new manifestation of intolerance. The radical left is now the intolerant voice which is unjustly destroying innocent artistry & free speech. It just makes the real cases of real victims less likely to be taken seriously. Women should wisely refute the effort to blackball this kind of creative free speech.
Baby, It's Cold Outside
I really can't stay (but baby, it's cold outside)
I've got to go away (but baby, it's cold outside)
This evening has been (been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice (i'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)
My mother will start to worry (beautiful what's your hurry?)
My father will be pacing the floor (listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I'd better scurry (beautiful please don't hurry)
But maybe just a half a drink more (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)
I wish I knew how (your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell (i'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
I ought to say, no, no, no sir (mind if I move in closer?)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried (what's the sense in hurtin' my pride?)
I really can't stay (oh baby don't hold out)
But baby, it's cold outside
I simply must go (but baby, it's cold outside)
The answer is no (but baby, it's cold outside)
Your welcome has been(how lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (look out the window at this dawn)
My sister will be suspicious (gosh your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (waves upon the tropical shore)
My maiden aunts mind is vicious (gosh your lips are delicious)
But maybe just a cigarette more (never such a blizzard before)
I've gotta get home(but baby, you'd freeze out there)
Say lend me a coat(it's up to your knees out there)
You've really been grand (i thrill when you touch my hand)
But don't you see? (how can you do this thing to me?)
There's bound to be talk tomorrow (think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (if you got pneumonia and died)
I really can't stay (get over that old out)
Baby, it's cold; Baby, it's cold outside
Songwriters: Frank Loesser - Baby, It's Cold Outside lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.