Mad Men

So, I've started watching Mad Men. I know, I'm very aware that I am always like years late to every party. It usually happens when I have a major paper to write. I see what Netflix Instant has to offer me.

My dear friend Dylan loves this show very much -- we've been known to call him Don Draper on occasion. It's funny, because watching Don Draper, I see little pieces of Dylan's mannerisms, etc. I've been known to say that Dylan is my sexiest friend, so, there we are.

After just one episode, I wanted to dress like Betty (or maybe Joan) and have a cigarette and a scotch with a man in a three-piece suit and skinny tie. Mmm, girl.

But then they drive drunk! And they're racist! And SO sexist, and so heteronormative, and I couldn't last a minute at Sterling Cooper or in any of their houses.

But they're just so glamorous...

...And that's the end of my frivolity for the evening. Back to writing a paper about politics and religion in the 60s. Hey, watching this show all afternoon has been research, right? :)