With apologies to John Donne. I have been catching up on my sleep today–it was inevitable I would need to after several near-sleepless nights.
I see you ladies have carried on brilliantly (as I knew you would). One thing I noticed in several of the comments made–a common thread that kept popping up–was that sense that many of us feel as if we are, at times, isolated in our affection and adoration for Richard Armitage.
He is not exactly a household name yet–although I think that will change somewhat when Thorin commands the big screen in a few months–and there are many who don’t know what a treasure they are missing out on in this remarkable man.
A treasure, that is, if you appreciate a breathtakingly beautiful human being who is also enormously gifted and willing to put in the hard work to make the most of his gifts; a man who has a great deal about which he could be vain and egotistical, yet remains refreshingly modest and down-to-earth in nature. A gentleman and a genuinely nice man who possesses both consummate technical proficiency at his craft, and the spark of the divine that lights up his performances.
Ah, but you who have known me for any length of time at all know I can endlessly wax rhapsodic about the bloke. That’s the effect Armitage has on me.
When you discover something really wonderful, something that excites and intrigues your mind and fires your imagination (and yes, let’s admit it, your libido) in the way Richard does, you want to explore it. You want to talk about it. You want to have someone who understands why you feel the way you do, who won’t be patronizing or condescending or just plain think your elevator does not reach the top floor anymore.
And so we have our RA websites, forums and blogs. These give us the opportunity to reach out across the planet and say, “Hey, I know just where you are coming from. I feel the same way.”
We can discuss, we can drool, we can agree to disagree on certain aspects of his career; we can swoon and squee and speculate on where his career may take him next. Thud over newly discovered photos and videos and interviews and relish recalling the familiar ones. We can learn about Richard Armitage and in the process, learn new things about each other and about ourselves.
And a wonderful by-product of all this? We make friends. Friends who remind us that we are not alone. No RA fan has to exist in a vacuum.
Well, there you go . . .
(screencaps courtesy of RANet)