No one turns popular wisdom on its arse quite like Oscar Wilde.
Case in point: "A Woman of No Importance," which we had the pleasure of seeing Sat

urday night at the Yale Repertory Theatre. (My apologies for the snooty Ivy League spelling of theater, but I'm just copying what's written on the program.)
Somehow I was able to make it home from work early and usher m'lady into the witty world of high society in Victorian England. The plot was somewhat irrelevant. Anyone who goes to an Oscar Wilde play for the plot should be forced to repeat English 101. It's the zingers on relationships and propriety that make the experience a delight, as oppose to a "bore" or an "utter tragedy," as old Oscar might say.
Here is one of the play's particularly biting Wildean riffs: "Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious. Both are disappointed."
Or this: "Children love their parents. Eventually they come to judge them. Rarely do they forgive them."
Of course, these aren't so much truisms as they are observations. They have the ring of truth, but each member of the audience must decide how much stock to place in them, taking into account that a particularly cynical perspective on love and marriage might be deemed disagreeable to the lady or gentleman sitting next to you in the theater.