I feel I need to justify the reason why this page exists, to myself.
I've been interested/fascinated/obsessed with Winona Ryder for a while,
she's someone I will probably never see in person, let alone meet, so
why do I devote so much time "worshipping" her?
I don't know, it just kinda clicked one day, and I felt inexplicably drawn
to this woman with the enormous brown captivating eyes and short hair.
It's not sexual, I just love who she is. And so, after collecting pictures
of her from the digital revolution known as the internet, I found there
were others like me, others who appreciated the overwhelming beauty of
this actress. So I set aside a portion of my [really old] homepage dedicated
to her (a celebrity), just like so many other people do. Call it the Internet
phenomenon, if you will. Then, as the other stuff on the page seemed more
trivial, and there was really no use in having them on there because there
were thousands of other, better sites, they slowly dropped away, and I
was left with "Winona Ryder: Another Man's Obsession".
The interesting thing is, no matter how brilliant I think Winona is, she's
not really a 'mainstream' actress, for some unknown reason. Maybe it's
because she's not classically good-looking, and isn't a tall, blonde supermodel.
Anyway, there aren't that many sites devoted to 'Noni', as her fans call
her, in fact only a handful. When you consider actresses like Larisa Oleynik
[mmm....] have huge official-type sites. So my site was actually recognised,
and this was a stepping stone for winona.iwarp.com, which by no means
is the premiere Winona page on the WWW, but it fulfils my need to express
my feelings. Enjoy it if you please.
[editor's note] Since I wrote this, my need for all things Winona has
waned significantly; both to do with myself and Winona's recent performance
in the public eye. Actually it's probably more me. Which brings me to
that famous line "It's not you, it's me." I'll steal it from
George Costanza. I still care, obviously, that's why this site has not
been completely forgotten.
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