I admit I’m late to the party, but it wasn’t until last week that I realized that on top of all the other things I so inartfully juggle (parenting, my job, my husband’s job, our daughter’s meals, her pre-school applications, cleaning, pretending to read important books, etc.) I now have to add another: Mad Men.
I usually resist cable series television. For years, I bristled under the tyranny of Sunday night HBO—I didn’t sign on to The Sopranos until way late in the game, and never took up Deadwood, The Wire, or Six Feet Under. And, so, lumping it in with the others, I initially dismissed Mad Men, the AMC series about an advertising agency in 1960 Manhattan.
But it had gotten to the point where I was smacking into references to the series at every turn and started to feel too far out of the conversation for my comfort. My husband, who considered his “To Do” list too long to add another item, begged off, and so a few nights ago, I settled into bed, grabbed the laptop and downloaded my first episode from iTunes. Five hours later, at about 2 a.m., I had to force myself to stop. Continue reading “Can’t Stop the Madness” »