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I disagree. Tell me these posts are completely playing the argument and not the man....
Offset "(Emp) - a little heavy on the hyperbole."
‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’: The real story of the song
The Palm Beach Post in Florida ran a great piece on the origin of the seasonal classic, and an interview with John Loesser.
From the article by Scott Eyman: As headline writers around the country compete to come up with variations on Baby, It’s Cold Outside, the crusading journalists at the Palm Beach Post want you to know the truth about the song, not to mention the phrase.
Like everything else in the world, it’s got a tangential South Florida connection. But it has little to do with this week’s blast of arctic air, or even the holiday season.
John Loesser as a boy with his Hollywood father, Frank Loesser.
“My father wrote that song as a piece of special material for he and my mother to do at parties,” says John Loesser, who runs the Lyric Theatre in Stuart, and is the son of legendary composer Frank Loesser (Guys and Dolls, How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying.)
Frank Loesser’s wife, Lynn, was a nightclub singer who had moved from Terre Haute, Ind. to New York in search of a career. She was singing in a nightclub when she met Frank Loesser around 1930.
The song itself was written in 1944, when Loesser and his wife had just moved into the Hotel Navarro in New York. They gave a housewarming party for themselves and when they did the number, everybody went crazy.
They don't seem like hostility (at least not in the context of a forum). Seem to be more along the lines of the difference between "You're being idiotic" and "You're an idiot".
The thing is, you're arguing from two incompatible standpoints here. First off you say that opinions (specifically yours) can't be wrong, and then you say that this should be dispassionately analytical. The latter requires facts, whereas the former requires just saying stuff repeatedly in the face of facts.
>Seem to be more along the lines of the difference between "You're being idiotic" and "You're an idiot".
I don't see any difference. In order to be idiotic, you need to be an idiot. It's the presence or absence of the pronoun you that makes a difference.
>The thing is, you're arguing from two incompatible standpoints here. First off you say that opinions (specifically yours) can't be wrong, and then you say that this should be dispassionately analytical. The latter requires facts, whereas the former requires just saying stuff repeatedly in the face of facts.
Now steady on..... I'm still hungover. I'll need more coffee before I can wrap my brain around that ! However, my initial reaction to that is - you're taking that out of context and then committing a logical fallacy with it. Opinions can be wrong in the context where the opinion is a (dis)provable statement - e.g. "The world is flat". Opinions on the interpretation of something cannot be wrong. In this specific example, my opinion is that the lyrics do sound rapey. ICBM argued that my opinion was wrong. Who can say which opinion is right and which is wrong ?
Offset "(Emp) - a little heavy on the hyperbole."
Not at all. Smart people can say and do stupid things - doesn't make them stupid, just makes them astonishingly wrong in that instance.
Taking something out of context is exactly what you're doing with this entire thread! You're taking a song, removing the societal context from it, then deliberately (and knowingly) removing the original intent of the writer and substituting your own. What could that be construed as other than (at a minimum) "taking that out of context"?
@Emp_Fab - I suggest you read this book: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why_People_Believe_Weird_Things
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'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
That's when my love come tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
When there' no one else around
I'm gonna take you, girl, and hold you
And do all things I told you, in the midnight hour
Run, lady! Run and don’t look back!
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Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Let's dance, little schoolgirl.
Won't you let me take you to the hop, hop,
Have a party at the soda shop
So we can do the twist, do the stroll
To the music of the rock 'n' roll.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you,
So I can hug, hug, squeeze, squeeze?
If you let me I can tease you baby.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey, yeah.
Good morning, little schoolgirl.
Can I go home with you?
Won't you let me go home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa that I love you.
Tell your sisters and your brother that I love you.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey.
Hey, hey hey hey. Hey, hey hey hey."
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It's late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used
Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that's what really hurt
The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age..........
And there might be a knock on Sting's door too
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
Temptation, frustration,
So bad it makes him cry
Erm....
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