Just when you thought he couldn't expand the scope of his expertise further, the great Mark Steyn blends the classy and the sassy in this endearing essay on "Baby It's Cold Outside" which contains some great bits of reflection on the art of seduction-a lost art in this day and age.
News you can use:
"...seduction is superfluous in the hook-up era."
"I chanced to be in a
Vermont bookstore the other day and overheard two teenagers' plans for
the evening gang agley because (if I understood correctly) she had
texted him an insufficiently gynecological pic for him to warrant
investing an hour or two in a first "date." I'm sure it's all much
better to get this stuff up front without a lot of coy byplay, but it's
harder to get a song out of it."
Thus the bottom line:
"I'm a reasonable chap, and I'd be willing to meet the Muslim Brotherhood
chaps halfway on a lot of the peripheral stuff like beheadings,
stonings, clitoridectomies and whatnot. But you'll have to pry "Baby,
It's Cold Outside" from my cold dead hands and my dancing naked legs. A
world without "Baby, It's Cold Outside" would be very cold indeed."
Absolutely.
