Did you hear that Frozen song on the Oscars last night? Did something smell funny about it to you?
Listen, I'm no expert. I'm just a concerned parent, like you. I trust the Disney name when my daughters are choosing a movie at the mall. I see that name, and I feel like it's safe to let them go in by themselves, while I buy some shirts at Penny's, and then sit in those vinyl armchairs near the cookie store and read a book about World War II. I don't expect my children, 20 and 16, to go into a film like Frozen and come out indoctrinated with a lot of subliminal messages about farting.
So I couldn't believe my ears last night, when I heard what I thought I heard on the Oscars. I tried to look it up on the Internet and I got nowhere, using the name John Travolta had given for the singer, "Trey Radel." When I finally found the lyrics, I was stunned. Tell me there isn't a hidden message in this song, and it's not about breaking wind.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm insideCouldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don't let them in, don't let them seeBe the good girl you always have to beConceal, don't feel, don't let them knowWell, now they know
Let it go, let it goCan't hold it back anymoreLet it go, let it goTurn away and slam the door...
I don't careWhat they're going to sayLet the storm rage on,The cold never bothered me anyway...
It's time to see what I can doTo test the limits and break throughNo right, no wrong, no rules for meI'm free
Let it go, let it goI am one with the wind and skyLet it go, let it goYou'll never see me cry...
My power flurries through the air into the groundMy soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all aroundAnd one thought crystallizes like an icy blastI'm never going back,The past is in the past
Let it go, let it goAnd I'll rise like the break of dawnLet it go, let it goThat perfect girl is gone
Today's young women don't just have to find husbands, they have to succeed in a highly competitive -- and crowded -- office environment. How can they "lean in" if everyone just assumes they're cutting one? What kind of subliminal but deadly lesson is this?
Is it too late to get One Million Moms to organize some sort of boycott?