The second verse, in which Clooney and White wax poetic about the army being a sausagefest, is my favourite. "The WACs who dressed in slacks, dancing cheek-to-cheek and pants-to-pants" is to Bing Crosby's time what not knowing the genders of everyone in Le Tigre is to ours.
Of course the army is more than a penis buffet, otherwise straight men like everyone in this movie would not be singing its praises. The army boasts fine Hollywood entertainment, free healthcare, a record of treating jerks well, three meals a day, the ability to always pass the buck to someone higher up, and the promise of bedding one of its elusive women.
I think White Christmas is my favourite seasonal flick.
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