Times Square of New York City during the Blizzard of 1947
Ever notice how the holiday song "Baby, It's Cold Outside" is about a guy slipping a chick a roofie, then heavily influencing her to stay the night? If you listen to the lyrics carefully, it becomes readily apparent that the song references some very nefarious activity.
Sure, the song is great and invokes the essence of the holidays -- good fun, cheer, love. But... what about this set of lyrics right here?
(So really I'd better scurry) Beautiful, please don't hurry
(Well, maybe just half a drink more) Put some records on while I pour
(The neighbors might think) Baby, it's bad out there
(Say what's in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
And there you have it... the smoking gun, so to speak. The female parts of the song clearly indicate that:
- She wants to leave the party and go home
- She is concerned about her safety and well-being
- She has been slipped Rohypnol in her drink
The rest of the song relates how the man wants to convince her to stay overnight with him... and 'no' is an answer he simply will not take. Though it came many years later, the man in "Baby, It's Cold Outside" reminds me of a classic Saturday Night Live sketch. For your viewing pleasure, I present Christopher Walken in one of his finest roles... The Continental.
Now that you've read this and watched Walken work his mojo on an unsuspecting maiden... how can you ever listen to "Baby, It's Cold Outside" the same way again?
You're welcome.
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