Wax Museums, The Deal With
posted at 6:14 pm
on Apr. 20, 2005
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What is the fascination with wax museums?
It’s much stronger in Canada. There’s one just across the water in Victoria, and my Canadian friends are always telling me I should visit it.
I think it’s climate related. A wax museum just wouldn’t be as stable in a hot climate. Belize has a notable shortage of wax museums.
In Canada, a wax museum serves a dual purpose. It’s an attraction, and a stockpile. Suppose winter lasts a little too long, and you run out of fire wood—just toss a wax Mr. T. in the furnace and you’re good for another week.
Besides, Canadians are not so far separated from the British, and perhaps stolid wax people, unbending, remind them of the motherland.
Whatever it is, I still prefer wax museums to the number one attraction here in L.A.—the star tour, aka driveways of the rich and famous.
[I just realized how much I sound like Jerry Seinfeld in this entry, so I’m stopping now.]
