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Cancel-Culture zieht ihre weihnachtlichen Kreise.
Letzter Kommentar: 2022-12-21
Cancel-Culture zieht ihre weihnachtlichen Kreise.
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Selbstermächtigung mit sexueller Übergriffigkeit zu vergleichen ist hier die Absurdität. Kann eigentlich auch nur von so `nem Boomer kommen, der wieder Angst hat ihm wird was weggenommen anstatt mal bisschen selbstkritisch zu reflektieren. Er nimmt zum "Vergleich" natürlich auch einen der wenigen Songs in dem eine Frau (vulgär) von ihren sexuellen Fantasien und Wüschen spricht und nicht etwa einen von tausenden abwertenden Texten die Männer in diesem Genre vor ihr geschrieben haben. Und die Zeilen die er aus dem Weihnachtslied gepickt hat sind auch wohl gewählt. Hoffentlich wird dieser loser gleich auch noch gecancelt. Das wäre schön :)
Hier noch der ganze Text von dem "romantischen" Song zum Thema Daten und Konsens.
I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been
Hoping that you'd drop in
So, very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to that fireplace roar
So, really I'd better scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just a hald a drink more
I'll 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
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
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?
I really can't stay
Baby, don't hold out
Baby, it's cold outside
Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?
I'd like to think of it as opportunistic
I simply must go
Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is, "No"
But, baby, it's cold outside
The welcome has been
How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
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
Gosh, your lips are delicious
But maybe just cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home
Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when I touch your hand
But don't you see?
How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life-long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
If you got pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Baby, it's cold
Baby, it's cold outside
Okay, fine, just another drink
That took a lot of convincing