I’ve come across a few notes here and there that said “Hello, I’m a new well-wisher!”.
Firstly, you are very welcome to our little group of friends 🙂
Secondly, I wanted to focus on the phrase “well-wisher” for a bit.
Richard has always mentioned his unease at having “fans” and in his last Christmas message (which I really wasn’t expecting and which brightened up a particularly grim day), he referred to his admirers as “well-wishers”.
Far be it for me to tell Richard what to feel (Oh, I would sooooo love that though…), but I’m just not feeling it.
Let’s take a look:
The Oxford Dictionary defines a well-wisher as:
“a person who desires happiness or success for another, or who expresses such a desire:
Hick received plenty of advice from well-wishers”
OK, not bad…
I certainly wish nothing but the best for Richard, root for him and contribute in my own measly way by buying cinema tickets, DVD and such,
not to mention that shameful moment when I actually bought the Guy of Gisborne action figure that I’m way too ashamed to talk about just yet…
But what about passion, Richard?
Let’s take another word: fan
“a person who has a strong interest in or admiration for a particular sport, art form, or famous person:
I’m a fan of this author”
That certainly fits me much better, although the origins come from “fanatic” and…well… I hope that’s not what I am just yet
, but give it time!
Strong interest? Check!
Admiration? Double check with a cherry on top!
Of course showing interest and admiration is tied to hoping the object of our interest will thrive, after all, in part, their success is our joy.
Let’s crank it up a notch- how about fangirl:
“(informal) a female fan, especially one who is obsessive about comics, film, music, or science fiction:
your average fangirl, despite the implication of the name, is a grown-up”
“someone who has a particular regard for someone or something:
he was a great admirer of Henry James”
Good, not great, but allocatess with Armitage, so that’s a bonus and doesn’t have that strong stench of crazy…
Then there are the Richardettes, The Armitage Army and RArmy, but this refers to the whole group, a fandom, not an individual.
The point is, as has been proven by the already beyond boring discussion about the Cumberbitches, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and someone hooked on Richard Armitage, however they choose to identify themselves, will nevertheless show interest and support the man.
If you don’t mind, Richard, I’ll wish my colleagues well and I’ll stick to being your fan.
You can call me a crazy fan (no, seriously, preferably whisper it gently in my ear…) but if the Jimmy Choo fits then that’s who I am!