I've just completed watching the first season of Mad Men, on my trusty Chinese streaming channel.
This is a show of which I've seen most of the second season and have meant to go back and start from the beginning to get all caught up since around 2008.
That's when it started winning all kinds of awards.
I didn't quite know what to make of the show then, and, frankly, I still don't.
It's so weird.
It's like a strange, dark, history lesson, full of inexplicably long-sleeved flannel pajamas, liquor, cone bras, and hundreds of cigarettes.
Nobody is who he seems.
Everyone has sex on couches.
I find myself distracted by thoughts like:
Jon Hamm's hair steals every scene.
January Jones sure is gorgeous, but she's grating.
I can't figure out what I don't like about Vincent Kartheiser, who plays Pete. But he looks exactly like Wil Wheaton.
Hey, that's Annie from Community!
Too bad I knew Peggy got pregnant the first season. That would have been a real shock.
Wait, why don't they just use their cell phones?
What is it like for the actors to smoke all those fake cigarettes?
If they drank so much at work during that time, who did all the dishes?
And, I have always thought I was born in the wrong era.
If you put me in those cinched and tailored clothes and all that intense underwear, I would have looked exactly like this:
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