"Wracked" with guilt.
"Wracked" with guilt.
@avclub-d7b683529752a4d24d84c4941861a363:disqus "It's been a really great night… I haven't felt this way in a long time. You wanna come up and… introduce our wives to one another?"
If that's the letter from Don, that is some damn girly handwriting.
@avclub-05726c736277e78fffb7b9546ad0ec6f:disqus make a value judgement there if you want, but I'm forced to explain that with a generational/decade/cultural difference.
Maybe homosexuality in high society went through some kind of evolution between 1960 and 1968.
Watch the dinner scene again, with the knowledge that Megan made lasagna (italian food! Weiner, you bastard). The nausea is PALPABLE.
Wasn't this a scene in American Beauty?
@avclub-3be42d8a3412057f79af152555e39bd4:disqus That's funny because based on teenage Meadow/their parents, I just assumed that both would grow up to be huge pieces of shit. So, Meadow's awful, and will eventually become a mob lawyer, but she seemed to be a human with kind of a brain for a minute.
The only way to discuss homosexuality between dudes at the time was to be homophobic unless you were already sure dude was gay. Coded language and references were used— and I'm sure that more than a few hints were dropped while still using terms like "degenerate".
@Scrawler2:disqus But you can feel that it's coming, can't you? A kiss, anyway.
I don't think it's that he doesn't want to fuck her— but I think it'd either be a one-off one-off (like neither of them remember it and no one speaks of it again) or they're going all the way.
I don't loathe him the way others do, but it's the entitlement that makes him unable to hide anything. He can't hide his flaws/bad behavior now, because he never had to (back when they were smaller, he was younger/wealthier, and boys-will-be-boys). That same entitlement is really, really, unattractive.
4 words: Poor Little Rich Boy. That's why people don't like him. Wheras Don-is-flawed-but-FFS-he's-a-goddamn-astronaut (in the Blankenship sense)
Guys. GUYS. It's 1968. There's no evidence that Bob is even fully closeted— no references to girlfriends, never hits on the secretaries, no bizarro shows of masculinity— he doesn't even deny Ginsburg's accusation. There is a gay scene in New York— we're lead to believe that's how Bob knows Manolo— and he certainly…
Yeah, I've seen that theory around… man, this is the same guy who looked Betty in the face and tried to claim he'd never been unfaithful.
Naw, man, Don is all about HOLY-OH-JESUS maintain the status quo and finding a way to fix it later. He'll "fix" it later— probably by letting her get away with teenage "murder" or by writing a huge check.
When children are merely pawns in life's game of Bone-o-rama, caring is circumstantial!
@avclub-3be42d8a3412057f79af152555e39bd4:disqus Better Meadow than A.J., by god. I find him so aggravating I could barely finish season 6.
@avclub-84ca205fe6bc691c41c3bfe5a2820a15:disqus Right?! Julie, with the wine-pouring and the dinner serving? I forsee prodigious promiscuity for her.
Yes and no. If it happened to someone you knew, you'd say "whoa, that's crazy", not "That sounds like something out of a tv show!".