Wednesday, December 19, 2018

"Baby It's Cold Outside" Banned By Radio Station(s)

Baby, We’re Cold Inside.

Radio stations around the United States have been grappling with the decision of whether or not to continue airing the iconic 1940's Christmas song, “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” after at least one listener objected to the song’s lyrics, leading WDOK in Cleveland to remove the tune from its play list. Following WDOK’s singular capitulation, San Francisco’s KOIT shit-canned the song as well, though it has since placed it back on its playlist, due to listener demand.
Stations across the fruited plain are conducting polls of their listeners to determine if they should keep the song on their play lists. The tune, written in 1944 by Frank Loesser, has infuriated some in the #MeToo covenant. Why? Because a female sings lines such as “I really can’t stay,” to which a man responds: “But baby, it’s cold outside,” inferring that either he is trying to protect her from frostbite or that he’d like to have her spend the night with him. Grim, scandalizing, shocking stuff, right? Especially as compared to our modern sensibilities as encapsulated in rap music lyrics. Many of the men of rap spout lyrics that would curl Frank Loesser’s hair and cause him to recite “Mother Mary” 100 times in quick succession, but many of them are living legends making obscene amounts of money.
Even the universally beloved Beyoncé, a female no less, has written and performed songs with lyrics like this:

“Keep me coming, keep me going, keep me coming, keep me going
            Keep me humming, keep me moaning, keep me humming, keep me moaning
            Don’t stop loving ‘til the morning, don’t stop loving ‘til the morning
            Don’t stop screaming, freaking, blowing
            Can you eat my skittles
            Pink is the flavor
            Solve the riddle”

 Think I did! Bravo. Just so!
             Yet, “I really can’t stay,” followed by “But baby, it’s cold outside” is considered “inappropriate” in these mixed-up times?!
             And, for Heaven’s sakes, don’t say (or listen to) ‘I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.’” You might be added to the government’s growing list of dangerous white supremacists. “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” is also problematic at best, as it’s considered insufficiently inclusive. Why shouldn’t daddy—or any other entity or group—be celebrated for pouring some sugar on the plump, bearded, bespectacled bringer of joy? Wouldn’t that make Jolly Olde Saint Nick even jollier? “Ho, ho, ho (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)…Rudolph? Rudolph!”
             Alas, crassness and insanity are no longer surprising. A Washington Post columnist recently listed her top 100 Christmas songs. She ranked “I Farted on Santa’s Lap (Now Christmas Is Gonna Stink For Me)” ahead of “Little Drummer Boy,” “Do You Hear What I hear,” “Silver Bells,” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.”

             Said The Swamp to the people everywhere,
             Listen to what we say
             Pray for P.C., people everywhere!
             Listen to what we say
‘Til Trump, ‘til Trump, lies bleeding in the night
 And we can show you tolerance and light
 And we can show you tolerance and light


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