Creeped out by the “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” Lyrics

Lately I’ve noticed that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is kind of like the “Blurred Lines” of Christmas songs.  It’s super catchy, but when you really listen to the lyrics, it’s kind of creepy.  First of all, it’s about a man trying to convince a woman to stay over.  She keeps saying no, but he won’t stop insisting.  This reinforces the male belief that when women say no, they really mean yes.  Plus, he keeps on finding ways to touch her:

“This evening has been
(Been hoping that you’d drop in)
So very nice
(I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)

First it’s just her hands.  Then he tries to seduce her with alcohol and music:

So really I’d better scurry
(Beautiful, please don’t hurry)
But maybe just a half a drink more
(Put some records on while I pour)

Next, it’s implied that the drink is stronger than she expected and that he’s trying to get her drunk:

The neighbors might think
(Baby, it’s bad out there)
Say, what’s in this drink?
(No cabs to be had out there)

Now he tries to undress her, starting by taking her hat:

I wish I knew how
(Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell
(I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

He take her “I ought to say no, no, no” as an invitation to try to move in closer:

I ought to say no, no, no, sir
(Mind if I move in closer?)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried
(What’s the sense in hurting my pride?)

Then he can’t stop talking about her lips:

My sister will be suspicious
(Gosh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
(Waves upon a tropical shore)

My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious
(Ooh, your lips are delicious)
But maybe just a cigarette more
(Never such a blizzard before)
The adjective “delicious” (which he uses twice!) makes her lips seem like food.  He’s both objectifying and fragmenting her body.

He can’t stop talking about touching:

You’ve really been grand
(I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don’t you see
(How can you do this thing to me?)
“I thrill when you touch my hand”-that just sounds really creepy.

Next the song takes a really morbid turn when he brings up the possibility of her death, which seriously ups the creepiness factor:

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
(Think of my life long sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied
(If you caught pneumonia and died)

The more I listen to this song, the more uncomfortable I feel.  This guy won’t listen to anything the woman is saying.  It teaches men that “no” means “maybe”, which probably means “yes”.  It also teaches them to use alcohol to get women into bed.  I think someone should come out with a version of this where they have the man singing the “female” part, and a woman singing the “male” part.  Kind of like when those women at the law school in Auckland came out with their version of the “Blurred Lines” video.


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2 thoughts on “Creeped out by the “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” Lyrics

  1. Oh gosh, thank you for this post. This song always creeps me out (especially the line “Say, what’s in this drink?”). Also the many many references to what other people will think of her calls attention to how much scrutiny there is on women’s sexuality; our culture guards female sexuality like a phallic signifier.

  2. This was absolutely eye opening, I was literally just listening to this song. I agree with you and June, this is quite alarming.

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