No, this is not a post detailing the recent troubles to befall Nikki Blonsky and her father, no matter where I got the idea for this title. This post is about the beauty and wonder of Mad Men, AMC’s first show that’s up for a gaggle of Emmys. For those unfamiliar, this show tells the story of the golden age of advertising and the account execs in charge of it.
This was the time of the three, four or five martini lunch and before chain smoking was a big issue because, hey, everyone did it. This show makes things that I am so turned off by, like smoking and degrading talk to women, seem…well, cool. Not that I’m in favor of it by any means. But, in the context of the era, and with the immensely beautiful Don Draper, Madison Ave. advertiser extraordinaire, my morals have flown out the window.
Not only is this show the ultimate in retro-cool, thanks to impeccable production design and the visual artistry of the opening credits (possibly my favorite ever, even more that “Golden Girls” [Rest in Peace Estelle-thank YOU for being a friend]) make this worth the cost of cable. I am addicted to this show the way Don is addicted to his Lucky Strike Cigarettes. Speaking of which, are those even still around? I would totally buy a pack (not to smoke, I would get sick) but to hold and channel my inner Don Draper.
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