I *heart* Mad Men

Since it debuted I've been told to check out Mad Men. I was promised I'd love it. It was always referenced in vintage blogs for the fashions and furniture and my friends couldn't believe I had not watched a single episode. So we Netflixed the first three episodes and are now hooked. In fact last Saturday afternoon we found ourselves standing in the living room looking out the window, wondering when the mailman would arrive. Addicts. Wm remarked how tomorrow is Sunday and Monday is a holiday so ...yeah it needed to arrive. Addicts. When we watch it I find myself unable to do anything else. That just doesn't happen often for me. I'm always working on something when I watch a show.

It immediately brought to mind, the Ex-Urbanites by Auguste C. Spectorsky, The Apartment, Sex and the Single Girl. I found myself thinking about Samantha Stevens' powers and how Darren could never be a sneaky operator like the dapper Don Draper with some witchy wife and mother-in-law able to make spot checks at any moment. I soon found out I'm not the only one thinking all this. ,In looking up Mad Men after the first three episodes I discovered many blogs and articles all making these same comparisons. One thing is certain, once the episode is over we are always left feeling really good to have entered this world in 1971 and not before.