Nothing triggers shook, whiny leftists during the holidays more than “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” A song from the 50s, mainly made famous by Dean Martin. In the olden days, it was a playful song about a man trying to get his lady friend to stay the night. Most likely, for consensual sexual activities. I mean, it’s Dean Freaking Martin. My panties almost drop when “Volare” comes on.
These days, all it takes is for five people to tweet the same stupid feminist complaint for radio stations to bravely proclaim they won’t play the song. Hoping their leftist overlord’s spare them when the woke rapture finally befalls them.
Enter Miss Piggy (see Angry Feminists Give Award To… Lipsticked Pig? and Video: Police Chase Pot-Bellied Pig down Busy Highway), and this recently unearthed video of her rendition of the song some dare not sing. By “unearthed,” I of course mean I did a Google search. Does swapping gender roles make the song less rapey? You be the judge.
Exit question: how exactly did a song about trying to get into a dame’s pants become a Christmas song? Not complaining, just asking.