
Ruin family? Check. Ruin career? Check. Ruin liver? Check.

Yes, people really did dress like this.
Oh well. They could transform Mad Men into a dance contest and I’d still watch it for the exquisite period detail. Those of us who lived through the Nixon years like to forget how cool we thought we were, and how stupid we actually looked in all that polyester. But Peggy’s pantsuit is right on the money. So much for nostalgia.
If I had to pick a low point in the season’s writing, it would be the business of Pete and his demented mom. And what the hell is the deal with Bob Benson?
High point? I don’t know. Maybe Sally walking in on another tawdry sexual encounter. Yeah, that’s happened before, but this time it starkly demonstrated the depths to which Don Draper has fallen. Maybe “high point” is the wrong phrase. One of the show’s few laugh-out-loud moments was when he later explained to Sally how he was “comforting” poor Mrs. Rosen. Right, Dad.
“…I am curious whether he’ll grow a Peter Max mustache and start listening to Three Dog Night.” Dave, you crack me up.
you’re right, the fashion and set designs won’t let me leave.
Speaking of TV, I saw a few episodes of A&E’s “Longmire” series, and I think some of the Ennis stories could easily be adapted to work for that show. Since I have absolutely no idea how one would go about making that happen, I’ll stop here.
I still haven’t seen that. I’ve heard it’s not bad.
If next season is the last – 7 years is usually the magic number for the projected run of shows, I think – my prediction is that it will end with at least a suggestion of the opening graphic – Don goes off a roof or out a window.
Roger talked about doing that a couple of seasons ago, but that was before he discovered LSD. He’ll be the one to grow a Peter Max mustache and start listening to Three Dog Night – or maybe he’ll become a Dead Head.