Why 'Baby It's Cold Outside' is creepy.

Not to be a total downer but, fall is approaching. Soon we will be basking in the warmth of a million venti Pumpkin Lattes flying out of Starbucks. It'll be time to get cozy, to start looking for that Winter Boo, a cuddle buddy, or new warm socks paired with that blanket you've been knitting. More of us will find ourselves with that blanket. *sigh* Christmas will be here before we know it. The music of the season will be coming to our daily lives. What joy! One of the favorite songs in the rotation is at least one version of ''Baby It's Cold Outside,'' written in 1944, by Frank Loesser. 

Loesser wrote the music for How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying which was kind of like the grandpa of Office Space. He also wrote music and lyrics for Guys and Dolls, he won Tonys, etc. Kind of a big deal in Broadway, Film, and songwriting history. The story is, he wrote "Baby It's Cold Outside'' for his wife, they used to sing it at parties, and she was pissed when he sold the song to MGM. Sucks. But I'm guessing they made some money off of it, so it was probably worth it. 

Alright.

The song starts off sultry enough. You can hear the fire crackling, the glasses clinking, you feel warm and drowsy in this urban oasis of dude's house where this woman decided to duck out to for a visit. 

Everybody has been somewhere they may or may not have needed to be. After getting into a little mischief, you have to decide if you're going home or not. Happens. There are attempts at persuasion on one side or another. There usually a presentation of pros and cons ("if you stay it'll be awesome"or ''you can't go because you could get tackled by a Liger out there and then where would we be?). It all sounds great, but you might be thinking about the morning after, or the fact that you have a 6 am meeting or whatever, and it's like nah, I should probably go. If your life was a sitcom, we wouldn't find out until the commercial break ended. We would resume the story with the next daybreak, to find out if you went home or not. But your life isn't a sitcom, and frankly, your life might suck if it mirrors the lyrics to this song. 

The original notes to the song are said to have the male and female parts divided as ''wolf'' & ''mouse.'' Considering the time when it was written, the need to have a strong male and a weaker female fit the era. Too bad our legislative body seems to still think, that (with regard to policy) we are still living in those times, but let me return to the point. This song gives me an uncomfortable feeling. There's alot of back and forth between the ''wolf'' and the ''mouse''...she even cites her parents and like a spinster sister or something as reasons why she has to go home. 

He's not hearing it. 

Then comes this moment where she asks ''hey, what's in this drink?''

And there ladies and gentlemen, is where my journery on the tunnel of creepy love ends. I have to swan dive off the boat at this point. She's telling him she's planning to go, he's removing her hat. Like dude, her mind is entertaining the thought of staying, her body may or may not be saying yes, BUT HER MOUTH IS SAYING, I gotta go home. At one point she actually says no. Like literally NO. Not a tough thing. Let her go home. 

She's trying to keep her reputation together (and clearly, by the bar service at this joint, to keep her body to herself). I would have been able to roll with this song, if that line hadn't been in there. Even though they probably had roofies of some kind back then, I doubt that dude really slipped her a mickey. She was probably just drinking something strong, like what would have been considered a ''man's drink'' and the writer was nodding to that difference. BUT STILL. That was too far for me. 

I really like the song, but I had to pull back from it. I had to really make a full assessment of how creepy it really is.