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happy valentines day ancient-historiansÂ
IâLL START A SMALL CULT FOR YOU AFTER YOU MYSTERIOUSLY DROWN
Itâs officially Valentineâs Day, please, in an orderly fashion, create a line to confess your love for me.Â
I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS
socks on Christmas
8 year old me: what the fuck I said I wanted toys
me now: *crying* thank you.. thank you sweet christ my feet are always so cold.. so very very cold
This is one of the funniest holiday cards I have ever seen.
I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON
What song is this talking about?
'Baby It's Cold Outside'
Otherwise known as the original âBlurred Linesâ
HEY FRIENDS HISTORICAL REMINDER: âWHATâS IN THIS DRINKâ ISNâT TALKING ABOUT DRUGS, HE IS NOT TRYING TO ROOFIE HER
THE SONG IS TALKING ABOUT ALCOHOL
but still a pushy song
historical reminder that the reason pina coladas and pink squirrels are known as âgirly drinksâ is because they mask the taste of alcohol and men were know to give women these drinks without informing them that they were alcoholic. It takes a couple of drinks to realize youâve been consuming alcohol and by then youâre more susceptible to suggestion, making it easier for him to convince you to stick around and have a third drink. When this song was written in 1944 most women didnât drink regularly, meaning they had a low tolerance and it would only take 2-3 drinks to get her drunk enough that she wouldnât be able to put up much of a fight. This was the 1940s version of being roofied
No no no it was not.
"Hey whatâs in this drink" was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that thereâs actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol.Â
See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dudeâs house. In the 1940âs, thatâs the kind of thing Good Girls arenât supposed to do â and she wants people to think sheâs a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what sheâs really concerned about: âthe neighbors might think,â âmy maiden auntâs mind is vicious,â âthereâs bound to be talk tomorrow.â But sheâs having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink â unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. Thatâs the joke. That is the standard joke thatâs going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says âhey, whatâs in this drink?â It is not a joke about how sheâs drunk and about to be raped. Itâs a joke about how sheâs perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because sheâs living in a society where women arenât supposed to have sexual agency.
Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject menâs advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore itâs normal and expected for a ladyâs gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she wonât be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than âIâm staying because I want to.â (Thatâs the main theme of the manâs lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, heâs pretty clearly right, because unlike in Blurred Lines, the woman actually has a voice, and sheâs using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but canât say so. She states explicitly that sheâs resisting because sheâs supposedto, not because she wants to: âI ought to say no no noâŠâ She states explicitly that sheâs just putting up a token resistance so sheâll be able to claim later that she did whatâs expected of a decent woman in this situation: âat least Iâm gonna say that I tried.â And at the end of the song theyâre singing together, in harmony, because theyâre both on the same page and they have been all along.
So itâs not actually a song about rape - in fact itâs a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But itâs also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. Itâs a song about a society where women arenât allowed to say yesâŠwhich happens to mean itâs also a society where women donât have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.
This really helped me.
I want to be clear up front that âBaby, Itâs Cold Outsideâ was my favorite Christmas song for all of my childhood and adolescence. Iâm 25 now and Iâm been thoroughly creeped out by it for about 8 years, but Iâd be lying if I said that there isnât a part of my brain that still loves it. The tune is so whimsical! The overlapping lines of the duet are so charming! Musically, itâs better and wittier than most Christmas songs. So on one level, I really want to be able/allowed to love it. When I read things like the above comment, that part of my brain fires up. Because I also love history and stories of disempowered people resisting from within accommodation. Who doesnât?! BUT hereâs the thing. It is not 1944 anymore. We arenât just doing a close reading of this song as it relates to its historical context. We are listening to it several times an hour on modern pop radio. And in doing so we are teaching TODAYâS young people (of all genders) that this kind of coded resistance/acceptance/ambiguous âshe said no but we both knew she MEANTâŠâ attitude is charming or romantic or even just vaguely acceptable. In playing this song weâre modeling a level of communication about consent that was considered progressive seventy years ago. That doesnât make it progressive today. We shouldnât BE learning how to communicate euphemistically within the confines of rape culture anymore. We should be modeling something beyond that in our pop culture. When I was 14 and learning the wrong things (in ways that would actively hurt me) from pop culture, including this song, I wasnât hearing it with whatever wink listeners would applied in the 1940s. I wasnât in the 1940s. This was my favorite Christmas song and I really wish it hadnât been. I wish it hadnât been on the radio at all and that Iâd learned about it, if at all, as an adult. After having lots of formative experiences listening to less dangerous music.
ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS FOREVER.
it is time.
soon the era of pumpkin will fall and the northern winds whisper
peppermint everything
#minter is coming
A minute of silence for the 31st of Halloween when Lily and James sneaked away from their home to go find a perfect pumpkin to carve with Harry and came back to their house collapsed on top of Voldemort who was completely dead. Then Sirius appeared and flew them off to Hogwarts and they all celebrated happily together. All was well.