At the office holiday party the other night, the newly controversial song “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” came up on the playlist. I explained to my publisher that the 1949 Oscar-winning song – which composer Frank Loesser had actually written five years earlier and performed with wife Lynn Garland as a kind of calling card at parties – has come under fresh scrutiny in the #MeToo era for its lyrics and the way they’re performed.
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Queen to pawn in a game of love and death
The new movie “Mary, Queen of Scots” — which I am reluctant to see for reasons that will become clear — belongs to what I like to call the Sylvia Plath school of storytelling. That is, if your telling the story of the suicidal poet, the husband will always be the villain. (That he had two wives who killed themselves in exactly the same way doesn’t exactly inspire confidence in him as a spouse. You know what they say. Once is a tragedy. Twice is an unsettling coincidence.)
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So Brett Kavanaugh becomes a United States Supreme Court Justice and that’s too bad, because he lacks the temperament for it, as he himself demonstrated, and because other revelations – an inability to confront a drunken youth, questionable credit card charges and a good deal of misremembering – would seem to indicate an injudiciousness that would be lethal for a judge….
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Throwback Thursday for the Class of ’82
The historical past is always with us to offer encouragement or caution. But the social past – the who said what to whom on Thanksgiving – is dead to us as it must be if we are to move on. The exception to this is the egregious act that we never confront and that therefore continues to fester into a cancer….
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Trump’s ‘he said, he said’ moment
Let me make one thing perfectly clear: Trump did not have sex with that women, Miss Lewinsky, er, Daniels.
Until he did.
But he didn’t pay her. No, sirree, his lawyer Michael Cohen did. But Trump reimbursed him.
Then again, maybe not.
Folks, you might as well go to your local ballpark and buy a scorecard, because you’re going to need it to sort out this one. …
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