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December 2016


Speaking of wordplay, we’re once again being told that Baby, It’s Cold Outside is actually an ode to date rape. As so often, the umbrage-takers display a remarkable level of tin-earedness regarding the sentiment of the song. And as noted in the comments over at Instapundit, “There was a time progressives would have said it was about a woman who obviously wants to have sex, but is being oppressed by slut-shamers through fear.”


Friday Ephemera

It’s my bag now. // The Boston molasses flood of 1919. // The history of a meme. (h/t, Damian) // Happiness imminent. // Leia snails. // Hardcore shoe repair. // Gad Saad chats with Douglas Murray: “Islam is the slowest kid in the class.” // Swelling, wheezing and other dangers of kissing. // When warriors weep. (h/t, dicentra) // “It’s wheels stuck to your butt.” // It would happen and you know it. (h/t, Peter) // With pen and ink and patience. // There aren’t that many newspapers on New York City newsstands. // This. // That. // Dogs. // Drone countermeasures. // And finally, harrowingly, a robot rampage horror story.