If your name happens to be Roxanne, I apologize in advance.
The title refers to the angelic Roxanne from the play Cyrano de Bergerac. She is flawlessly lovely, gracious, resourceful, and kind. I would venture to call her “intelligent,” but I cannot in good conscience call her that. Despite her many fine qualities, she remains an idiot.
Why, you ask, is she an idiot?
Allow me to preface my explanation with the statement that “love at first sight” is a myth. I know it makes me sound cynical—and maybe I am—but love does not happen as the result of a single glance. Attraction, yes, but attraction is not the same as love. Too many people confuse the two and suffer the consequences.
Roxanne is an idiot because she fancies herself in love at first sight. She falls in love with Christian, a good-hearted but empty-headed young man with a pretty face but not much else to recommend him. But Roxanne sees that pretty face from a distance and declares herself in love without even having a single conversation with him. Not a word. None. Zip.
Imagine her disappointment when she sits with him, tries to talk to him, and discovers he can say nothing. The only reason she agrees to marry Christian is because Cyrano, the long-nosed warrior-poet, steps in and provides him the words to say. He does it well—too well, since his rapturous poetry stems from his love for Roxanne, who never paid him any heed because he was “just a friend”—and ugly.
Roxanne is an idiot. She fell for a pretty face—but it was the heart of the poet Cyrano that really won her.
Ladies, listen up. Don’t pursue a man just because he’s good-looking. A pretty face can hide an empty head—or a hollow heart. Don’t discount a man because you’ve stuck him in the friend zone. Don’t write a man off because you don’t think he’s attractive enough. Don’t give me that. Don’t be ridiculous. A person’s heart is of far greater weight and worth and beauty than his face. Faces fade. Strength weakens. A man’s character is irreplaceable.
Had Roxanne been smart, she would’ve opened her eyes to what was right in front of her all along. She would’ve seen Cyrano, the prince of poets, for what he was: utterly brilliant and indescribably beautiful.
But she didn’t. Because she was an idiot.
Other than that, the play is great.