Throughout history, there have been people, usually women, who have been famous for being famous. Singularly lacking in personal accomplishments or achievements, their sole talent seems to be their ability to use looks to garner publicity to their own benefit, the public constantly wanting to know more about them. An example would be just about anyone named Kardashian.
A few of the celebrities either married well or picked the right grandparents in order to inherit riches, but never actually seem to have used these advantages to build anything on their own (Think of Paris Hilton, Princess Diana, Nicole Richey, or Zsa Zsa Gabor). In a generation or two, they are usually forgotten by everyone save for a few weird blogging historians.
I’ve written about a few of them. There was Prinzessin zu Salm-Salm, who was a beautiful woman and a circus bareback rider, who then married a prince, traveled the world, met the crowned heads of Europe, and received an honorary rank of Captain in the Union Army from President Lincoln. After her husband passed away….she was promptly forgotten.
Then there was Virginie Amélie Avegno Gautreau, the beautiful socialite who captivated the highest circles of Paris society…At least until John Singer Sargent painted her portrait—the one in which one shoulder strap of her gown was down, possibly indicating that she was either just taking her gown off or had just put it back on. No one remembers her name anymore, but her likeness, the Portrait of Madame X, is on prominent display in the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art.
A month ago, while writing about the curious history of lead white paint, I ran across another example of someone whom society simply could not hear enough about for a brief period, who then simply vanished. She was famous for her beauty, then died because of it.
Maria Gunning was born in England, in 1732, and was one of six children of Irish aristocrats who lacked enough money to maintain an aristocratic lifestyle. After the family returned to Ireland, Maria and her younger sister, Elizabeth, were encouraged by their mother to seek work as actresses in the Dublin theaters. Being an actress was far from a respectable occupation at the time, since actresses were paid so little that they frequently supplemented their wages by being courtesans for the theater patrons. At the time, this would have been a scandal equivalent to releasing a sex tape today.
When a prominent ball was held at Dublin Castle, the two sisters borrowed the costumes of Lady Macbeth and Juliet from the theatre, so they could attend the affair suitably dressed. Effectively, this was their coming out party and they so impressed the members of high society that they were suddenly famous. Lavished with gifts from the rich, the sisters returned to England and lived in high style, with both being presented at court to King George II.
Maria, who was notoriously tactless (which is a very polite way of saying that, while the young woman was beautiful, she was brainless) was asked by the King if there was anything she would like to see while in London. She replied that she would like to see the pomp and grandeur of a royal funeral. Luckily, the only person in the kingdom whose death would have provided the desired spectacle thought the answer hilarious.
Within a year, both of the sisters had married well: Elizabeth snagged a duke and Maria married the 6th Earl of Coventry, to become the Countess of Coventry. The new Countess remained socially very active: she was seen at all the most fashionable events and was rumored to have had an affair with the Duke of Grafton. During her carefully orchestrated public walks through Hyde Park, the Countess was mobbed by the public, requiring a bodyguard to accompany her.
Maria was a pale beauty who enhanced her looks by the liberal application of Venetian Ceruse makeup. This makeup both whitened the skin and caused a pink glow that suggested both health and youth. When a modern laboratory recently recreated the cosmetic using traditional materials, the women working in the laboratory all agreed that the cosmetic improved the appearance of the test subject. Since Venetian Ceruse is made from lead carbonate, it’s a deadly poison, but, luckily—for humans, anyway—the test subject was a pig. (You’re right now undoubtedly thinking of a joke about lipstick on a pig.)
The fashions at the time required women to wear low-cut gowns that revealed a lot of cleavage. Since Maria did not want to show an obvious line where the makeup ended, she applied the cosmetic liberally. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the inevitable lead poisoning was skin blemishes and lesions, but these were easily covered with even more Venetian Ceruse.
Maria’s husband, the Earl of Coventry, did not like the makeup and frequently requested his wife to stop using it, but she refused. In one infamous episode, the Earl chased her through a dinner party, attempting to wipe the makeup off her face with his handkerchief. Shortly after this, the Earl began an infamous affair with the courtesan, Kitty Fisher, who was another young beauty who was famous for being famous.
Maria, now the Countess, had a public feud with Kitty Fisher. When the two bumped into each other at a park, the Countess asked Kitty for the name of her dressmaker. Kitty replied that the Countess would have to ask the Earl, since he had given her the dress.
Unfortunately, The Countess was becoming increasingly sick; her once alabaster skin was now deeply blemished, requiring ever more cosmetics to hide the condition. Maria Coventry, the Countess of Coventry, died from lead poisoning at the age of 27. She might have had some satisfaction that her rival, Kitty Fisher—who had also begun using liberal amounts of Venetian Ceruse—also died from lead poisoning just a few years later, at the age of 26.
Today, some historians question whether either woman actually died from lead poisoning, suggesting that a more likely cause of death might have been tuberculosis. Since one of the side effects of lead poisoning is a diminished immune system, it probably doesn’t matter who is correct.