Some dingbat at Medium is saying the problem with “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” isn’t because “it’s about date rape” (as deranged feminists claim), but because it’s about “slut-shaming.”
What’s happening here isn’t all that hard to figure out, especially if you remember that the song was written in 1944. The woman wants to spend the night with her date. She just knows that if she does, she’ll be scarlet-lettered by her community for having the audacity to make her own premarital sexual choices. She’s not consternating over letting this guy down; she’s consternating over being publicly and privately maligned for doing what she wants. And clearly this is normal for her, as well as for listeners at the time, who were expected to understand all of this and relate. The problem with this song doesn’t have to do with consent. The problem has to do with slut-shaming.
Imagine getting that worked up over a seventy year old pop song. OK, the dingbat is not a million miles from the truth here. There is a lyrical subtext to the song about the social pressures used to discourage promiscuous sex, or, what feminists call “slut-shaming.” (Last week, Senator Fauxcahontas Warren called one of her Democrat colleagues a slut, which was hilarious.) My take on this is, what’s wrong with discouraging people from having promiscuous sex? Especially when there are gay men who fetishize exposing other gay men to HIV.