@avclub-1898a4d76532f237d9b5c0592dfe71a9:disqus:  That was a subject of some dispute.  My impression is that Glo-Cote wouldn't have had the emotional resonance it did without what Draper brought to it.

@avclub-c6447300d99fdbf4f3f7966295b8b5be:disqus:  It's going to hinge on whether or not there's a real difference in quality between Draper's and Ginsburg's (and, not to forget, Peggy's) ideas for the ad.  None of them seemed inspired to me, but I don't trust myself to evaluate from a Sixties ad perspective,…

Much as it might be fun to see Henry join the ratfuckers, Nixon would never have trusted anyone with Henry's political pedigree with anything substantial.  Offhand, I can't think of a single serious Nixon operative who doesn't come through some California (or at least Western) connection—those were the people Nixon…

Yeah, "hep."  Cooper's understanding of how the young people talk was encased in amber sometime around 1955.

I don't get how any of what Don's doing should read as "childish" (or
"petty," as somebody commented upthread).  Not only has Megan's exit
left a vacuum for him in the office:  we've seen him called out for his
lack of interest by both Cooper and Peggy, we've seen him confronted at
the codfish ball with the…

Clear alcohols are for rich women on diets.

Cartoon devil or no, I can't see the Don ad working as well with a kid audience as Ginsburg's—but could Don's style ever really work for a kid audience?  I can't recall whether we've ever seen him create a campaign for the non-adult crowd.  (Don has plenty of access to childhood fears, certainly, as witness the…

Interesting stuff going on with Ginsburg, who both Roger and Don are using as kind of a fulcrum to get themselves back into the game.  The folder Don leafs through ("Shit I gotta do") tells you something about Ginsburg's creative process, that it's rooted in contempt—he works through to the Sno-ball concept by first…

Not that much of a reach for Stan to know it; in that era it was a high-school English standard.

Henry's ahead of the curve on realizing that Lindsay's a loser, but he's behind on the moves Nixon's making (even though Dick's based out of New York now) and thinks Rocky's a shoo-in for '68.

I had actual goose bumps when Don dropped the needle, and then damn if there wasn't that drone, and then the brutal drum-thwack, and John sounding like a lama chanting on a mountaintop, and it just kept going …

Exceedingly weird and—not ironic, I guess I'll just go with weird—echoes of the Cool Whip ad in "Lady Lazarus":  "the same brute/Amused shout//'A miracle!'/That knocks me out."  And:  "I am your valuable,/The pure gold baby//That melts to a shriek."  (What was the thing from the ad?  "It melts into a miracle?" …

@avclub-772800c641bbbf4f700f2bb365294695:disqus :  I saw excitement as part of the welter of reactions Peggy had in the moments after Abe "proposed," but I'd have to watch again to know whether I caught it right.  I wasn't suggesting that excitement was her primary response, or even an especially important one.

And as other commenters have noted, the episode title is another  reference to Shirley Temple (a song/dance number in one of her films).  They're practically hitting you over the head with it.

Dude, it's a *Shirley Temple*.  The cultural significance is right there in the name.

Quiet and detailed != soporific.

It's fucked up that "y'all" has a plural.  But it does.  And this is the perfect test for whether somebody's actually lived in the south or not.

You know I always wanted to pretend to be an architect.

My roommate and I went to a show of his in '91 or '92, at Toad's Place in New Haven.  Being post-punk brats, we had no interest in the performance, but Meat and my roommate's father were friends/business partners (we'd all had Thanksgiving dinner together a few months before), so we hung around for a couple of…

48 condoms.  One for each hour of their record-setting consecutive-being-together streak.  Each a different flavor.