Staff Reports
In an alarming turn of events, the guardians of good taste and sensitivity have targeted a classic Christmas tune—yes, folks, it’s the one and only “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” Once a cherished holiday staple, it now finds itself on the chopping block. The song, which dates back to the 1940s, has been deemed a hotbed of toxic masculinity. Who knew that a little chilly weather could lead to such controversy? Meanwhile, the song topping the charts, “WAP,” is celebrated without a hitch. Talk about a double standard!
The thought police have successfully pulled the plug on “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” Radio stations have crowned themselves champions of wokeness, choosing to ban the tune in the name of social justice. It appears the folks who complain about a flirtatious exchange between two characters have conveniently turned a blind eye (or ear) to lyrics like “bring a bucket and a mop for this wet.” That’s not just a song; that’s a culinary instruction manual! Perhaps these are the same people who claim that salad dressing is too spicy.
So let’s take a moment to compare these two songs. On one hand, we have a cheeky little back-and-forth between a couple deciding if they should spend a bit more time together, which, let’s be honest, sounds like the plot of every romantic comedy ever made. On the other, the chart-topping anthem full of “extra large” and “swipe your nose like a credit card” lyrics could make even the most fervent fan of innuendo blush. It’s like we’ve entered a bizarro world where romance is frowned upon, yet explicit lyrics are celebrated.
This year’s holiday season is bringing a new set of rules. Traditional tunes are being tossed aside faster than grandma’s fruitcake, and lyrics that once made audiences giggle are now fueling outrage. It seems the only beneficiaries of this cancel culture saga are the people who love to light their torches at every hint of old-fashioned charm. Who knew that a jolly tune could be more dangerous than a chart-topping celebration of, well, let’s just say questionable choices?
In conclusion, the glaring hypocrisy of the cancel culture warriors is the gift that keeps on giving. While they roast chestnuts over the fire of social justice, the rest of us are left scratching our heads—wondering how a cozy Christmas classic can be deemed inappropriate while other songs are virtually celebrated at award shows. Maybe it’s time for a little holiday spirit, where we can come together, sing about love, and, regardless of the weather, simply enjoy the season! Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s time to lighten up and find joy in the music—because honestly, does anyone believe that the lyrics we sing during the holidays should be subjected to an editorial board?
