We started watching Mad Men this past week, having never gotten around to it before now. We’re only in season one, but it’s nothing that I expected it to be. The business side of it is pretty much what I expected – drinking, sex, Big Ideas, cigarette smoking – but I didn’t realize there’s a big side of melancholy to it.
I’m rather enjoying it. We’ve only seen seven or eight episodes to this point, but it’s quite engaging. I also feel this is, in a way, a snapshot into the world in which my lived. Dad was an exec at U.S. Steel, and mom was a homemaker with three kids in 1960 (I came along in ’62). Parties, dinners, it’s all here as I vaguely remember it from the late ’60s.
I’m looking forward to more.