When I last visited Oscar Wilde‘s grave at Pere LaChaise cemetery in ’08 or ’09, his tombstone was covered with dozens (hundreds?) of lipstick kisses. It was a vibrant tribute — an organic, obviously emotional demonstration of fan love. Except Wilde’s heirs and some stuffed-shirt Irish thought the ksses were disrespectful, and so they got together with the French and had them washed off and then had a glass wall erected in front of Wilde’s tomb so no one could plant any more.
Wilde’s tomb in 2010 or 2011, or at least before the scrubbing and the Wilde wall.
The way Wilde’s tomb looked today…revolting.
The combination of the missing kisses and the new glass wall is disgusting — the equivalent of some grotesque old biddy buying a brand-new couch for her living room and then covering it with clear plastic so it won’t pick up any stains. Wilde’s tomb used to be the coolest in the whole cemetery — now it’s the most soul-less and antiseptic. Wilde would be appalled. The irish who did this have broomsticks up their arses. They don’t get their ancestor at all.
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