It’s not cold outside. Winter isn’t here in any form or fashion. That’s not my point this morning. There’s no way to listen to “Baby It’s Cold Outside”, a perennial Christmas favorite, without hearing this fundamental truth: it’s about a man trying to detain a woman against her will. That’s creepy. It’s become some kind of soliloquy to sexual assault set to a laid back, hipster approved Starbucks soundtrack. Creepy, man. Creepy, I say. Judge for yourself.