“Baby, It’s Cold Outside” may be a classic holiday song, but it’s kind of creepy. She’s like, “no, I have to go,” and he’s like “no, stay for sex purposes” and that’s pretty much the entire song. But the song was written in 1944, before the modern sensitivity to sexual pressure and consent, so it’s no surprise that we’re forced to listen to it in every elevator or glove store against our will.
But here’s a feminist version. It cuts out the creepy stuff, which means it’s very, very short:
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