The Problem with “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” Isn’t Consent. It’s Slut-Shaming.

It happens every winter. The clocks change, the chill settles in, and, like the flurries of the first snowfall, a new cascade of shocked friends and acquaintances pepper my social media feed with the observation that, oh my God you guys, the lyrics to the song “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” are actually super rapey.