The demonization of truth, (The ostrazication of a musical standard of its era). I think this might already be a thread here, but a lazy, quick scan revealed nothing.
Baby it’s cold outside, I first heard about 15 years ago, done by James Taylor and Natalie Cole. I thought it was beautiful. This version of the song has been the one I have always searched for, and until this year never knew it was a Christmas standard. What I did know from the first time I heard it, was that it was an honest depiction of the real life dynamics that have traditionally framed the game played by men and women in the pursuit of love, or something thereabouts.
I’m not sure how it works today, but what the lyrics of this song diagram clearly to me, is how the question often was asked, “Do you want to fuck?” Other than the fact that this question is asked with a persistence that maybe borders annoyance, the outrage fails me.
The truth is, heterosexual men (all to some extent, and most, to a great extent) become much like little children in want of sweets, when it comes to pussy. We will beg, plead, charm, lie, coheres, and anything else we think might work to lay with a woman we desire. This is no secret, I have known it since early adolescence, as have all randy young men. Young ladies know it perhaps at an even earlier age, being warned by concerned mothers, protective brothers & fathers, of the monsters boys become.
Besides being a beautifully arranged, and gracefully melodic progression of dialogue, the lyrics of Baby it’s cold outside, are a truthful reflection of the game we often play. What we see in that reflection may not be ideal, and like anything should be open to examination and discussion. Personally I see nothing so ugly that it warrants being pulled from sight.
I wonder if some who felt the need to sensor this song, perhaps failed to see where the lyrics ended, and extrapolated to imagine the all too real and awful ugly progression of the child unable to persuade, refused his sweets. If the lyrics reflected the grotesque behavior of men lacking respect and character who refuse to accept no - who refuse to play by the rules, I would cheer its vanquished. But what I imagine beyond the lyrics is a thing of beauty, not an awful ugliness.
Baby it’s cold outside, I first heard about 15 years ago, done by James Taylor and Natalie Cole. I thought it was beautiful. This version of the song has been the one I have always searched for, and until this year never knew it was a Christmas standard. What I did know from the first time I heard it, was that it was an honest depiction of the real life dynamics that have traditionally framed the game played by men and women in the pursuit of love, or something thereabouts.
I’m not sure how it works today, but what the lyrics of this song diagram clearly to me, is how the question often was asked, “Do you want to fuck?” Other than the fact that this question is asked with a persistence that maybe borders annoyance, the outrage fails me.
The truth is, heterosexual men (all to some extent, and most, to a great extent) become much like little children in want of sweets, when it comes to pussy. We will beg, plead, charm, lie, coheres, and anything else we think might work to lay with a woman we desire. This is no secret, I have known it since early adolescence, as have all randy young men. Young ladies know it perhaps at an even earlier age, being warned by concerned mothers, protective brothers & fathers, of the monsters boys become.
Besides being a beautifully arranged, and gracefully melodic progression of dialogue, the lyrics of Baby it’s cold outside, are a truthful reflection of the game we often play. What we see in that reflection may not be ideal, and like anything should be open to examination and discussion. Personally I see nothing so ugly that it warrants being pulled from sight.
I wonder if some who felt the need to sensor this song, perhaps failed to see where the lyrics ended, and extrapolated to imagine the all too real and awful ugly progression of the child unable to persuade, refused his sweets. If the lyrics reflected the grotesque behavior of men lacking respect and character who refuse to accept no - who refuse to play by the rules, I would cheer its vanquished. But what I imagine beyond the lyrics is a thing of beauty, not an awful ugliness.