Too Cold for #MeToo
Jacey Fortin writes in The New York Times about the issue of the classic “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”:
To some modern ears, the lyrics sound like a prelude to date rape. The woman keeps protesting. “I ought to say no, no, no, sir,” she sings, and he asks to move in closer. “My sister will be suspicious,” she sings. “Gosh, your lips look delicious,” he answers. She wonders aloud what is in her drink.
Oh, come on!