Oh, I agree with that part, completely. That was back when he was in the advertising business; a completely different guy (essentially).

She's a terrible actor, but it works for her when she's playing Betty Draper Francis, since the character's sort of an idiot savant (with emphasis on the "idiot" side of the balance) and has an anachronistic "little wife" demeanor which fits the period.

I'd have to go back and check, but my memory of the final Hilton meeting wasn't that he'd wanted "Hilton on the moon" (which is a reasonably coherent concept, albeit a bit "out there") but that he simply wanted "the moon." As in, "give me the moon," in so many words. Don's nonverbal reaction was basically,…

Season 7 predictions:

Yeah, but he's gotten really weird.

Yeah, but none of those women will like him, because he's kind of a dork. It takes that insular New York world for him to find a Peggy Olsen, who's looking for a dork (who reads Something by Emerson).

Big closeup of Cooper lying on the floor of the hut, in profile, dying: "Who cares…who cares…"

I love how they're just blatantly presenting the General Motors executives as a bunch of barely-cogent neanderthals with booze and guns. It's hilarious.

The "next thing" for Lane wasn't that great.

"The closer I got to him…the closer I was getting to me."

Sure.

@disqus_okgItcD0yy:disqus Yeah, it mirrors something I've noticed in life: Even though parents (mine and others') can be staggeringly clueless about all kinds of things, they tend to consistently have a shrewd understanding of romantic partnerships and potential mates for their children. Even the most clueless parents…

Except it's such bullshit. When Roger spends on women, he's getting an, ahem, return on his investment (and he's being a gentleman). Sinking more and more money into Brooks' bird-brained truck business is completely different; the idea that he's obligated to do so is ridiculous.

AVClub commenters watching Mad Men and complaining, "The references to well-known 1960s events and the use of 1960s songs are a little too 'on the nose,' wouldn't you say?" are like teenage boys looking at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and disdainfully sniffing, "I don't know…the photographs of supermodels in…

It's because, in this new form of post-Sopranos television, seasons are the new units of storytelling. Seasons are like chapters of a book, acts of a play, movements of a symphony, installments of a movie series, innings of a game.

Watching a second time, I realized I was being too hard on Megan.

Which is why her withering remark about "having decisions" rings false.

Oh, lighten up.

Thomas! How's it going man.

And a $2 budget!