03/03/2014 01:21 pm ET Updated May 03, 2014

Wait a Second, Is 'Let It Go' About Farting?

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 inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go

Turn away and slam the door...

I don't care
What they're going to say
Let the storm rage on,

The cold never bothered me anyway...

It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I'm free

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go

You'll never see me cry...

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past

Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go

That 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?