Defining... Stuff

In a perfect monogamous utopia, a relationship consists of a two peoples' physical and emotional interactions. But, unfortunately, its 2011 and people get bored of one another so that means people CHEAT. Cheating. Most people would define that as, "when two people are in a committed relationship and one of those people is sexually  unfaithful to their partner." Sounds pretty solid right? I believe, most of the time, this definition stands true. But what happens when the situations isn't that clean cut? Does cheating only mean a physical encounter with someone outside your relationship? What about cheating on an emotional level? Intending to cheat? Is it merely the act of that receives this label? Imagine a man in a committed relationship with a woman. The woman is infatuated with the man, but the man's love and care belongs to another woman. Is that cheating? Picture two men in a relationship of the same nature and one of them uses a dating sight to talk to others. Sometimes people can even "cheat" for the right reasons. Is it still considered cheating even though it's not nearly so evil? Times are changing. The pious purity of relationships is seldom seen in today's dating or marital world. The introduction of technology has created other forms of encounters for people to access. Things can get complicated.

Reaction to Anton Chekhov's "A Nincompoop"

Nincompoop. While rather fun to say and childishly nostalgic, it's one of those words everyone seems to have an understanding of simply based on its context. "You nincompoop!". We all just sort of seem to agree that means you are not a very bright person. In fact you're an idiot. Like a Dodo bird wondering aimlessly and aloof towards your inevitable extinction. (If you don't know, Dodo Birds were around in the 1600s, and, as a result of humans invading their natural territory with their pigs, and rats, and what have you, they were wiped out from the face of the Earth. Their extinction is also attributed by their lack of intelligence because they would often waltz right into their own deaths. Granted I think we are very hard on that little bird as a culture. I mean they had help dying out from mankind's naturalistic instinct to muddle up anything and everything having to do with good old Mama Nature, but that is neither here nor there.) Chekhov, however, uses his tale of a silent governess being robbed just for the giggles and a lesson by her lord and master in order to more accurately define this delightful slur. A hardworking nanny-like madam is about to get her pay and, much to her dismay (rhyming is still cool. Get off my back), receives a lengthy rant from her master that contains all the costs that must be deducted from her already meager check. Check? Purse? Little bag with coins? I don't know. Well regardless, the nanny is biting her tongue and holding back her tears as this ,seemingly, cruel man takes away all her money. She is handed a fraction of her total amount but still, through bitter tears, manages to mutter out a thank you to her lord. The lord gets up, throws a fit, has a laugh, and teaches the governess a lesson in speaking up for yourself. An especially poignant tale in this time given the recent atrocities (Troy Davis, etc.) and how important your individual voice actually is. You see, a nincompoop isn't someone who lacks intelligence. A nincompoop is someone who is being battered, robbed, beaten, and bruised and refuses to stand up for themselves. A sort of spineless creature who won't stick to their own moral understanding of what's right and wrong because they don't want to cause a fuss. Chekhov's point here is that by not exercising your right to speech as a person you are, in fact, an idiot, a moron, a nincompoop. Or perhaps even a Dodo Bird.

Oh relax, I'm joking. No need to look so sad.

Famous Person's Face (Revision)

Mousier! Mousier! You there, mousier, with plume so proud.
Come closer so that I may get a better look. Good God, sir!
No man has yet warned me to duck when you about-face as such!
I mean no offence, but, good sir, are you aware of the massive growth on your bill?
My apologies. I simply had no idea that that's your actual nose
Sir, have you ever considered lopping off such a grossly gargantuan snout?
Perhaps wear something more minuscule to pull wandering eyes away from it, such as, France?
While your distinguished brow beneath your cap attempts to do this, if falls short of a remedy for your grotesque nostrils.
Your sharp mustache thrusts out like swords you so often cross with others.
Your eyes, vibrant yet sadly solemn.
Like the surface of the ocean at night seems a beautiful blue against a dark sky. But upon closer inspection it is revealed to be cold and ashen.
No matter how far you stretch that prideful smile across your worn face, your pain is always visible. Your struggle always as distinguishable as your incredible nose.

Famous Person’s Face:

Mousier! Mousier! You there, mousier, with plume so proud.

Come closer so that I may get a better look. Good God, sir!

No man has yet warned me to duck when you about-face as such!

I mean no offence, but, good sir, are you aware of the growth on your bill?

My apologies. I knew not that that is, in fact, your actual nose.

Have you ever considered chopping off such a grossly gargantuan snout?

Perhaps wear something smaller to pull focus away from it, such as, France?

While your distinguished brow beneath your cap attempts to do this, if falls short of a remedy for your grotesque nostrils.

Your pointed mustache thrusts outward like swords you so often cross with others.

Your eyes, vibrant and lively yet sadly solemn and determined. Like the surface of the ocean at night that seems a beautiful blue against the dark sky but upon closer inspection is revealed to be cold and ashen.

No matter how far you stretch that prideful smile across your aged face, your pain is always visible. Your struggle always as apparent and obvious as your incredible nose. 

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Well... here ya go.