Ah! The Good Old Days!

I admit to being a fan of Mad Men. The reasons are many, but first and foremost is because it shows the way it really was back in 'the good old days.'

Like the episode where the Drapers picnic and then shake their garbage-laden blanket so that the trash blows all over the place. Yes! People really did this! I saw them!

Last night's episode was also creepily accurate. Women were drugged, shaved and abused when giving birth. There wasn't any kind of crazy 'feel good' glow for mothers, and men were segregated to sip their Johnnie Walker Red in the waiting room.

And I admit I miss Grandpa Gene maybe as much as Sally does. The roads used to be packed with dementia-riddled Pop-Pops letting their grandkids drive down the streets of suburbia. And who was going to argue with them? Certainly not the police. These old guys fought in WWI. No one dared to give them a hard time.

Like Sal, gays were closeted; like Harris, 'Negroes' were confined to elevators (where in hell were his white gloves last night?); and Peg, you should be happy you have a damned job never mind getting paid as much as a man! Sheesh.

Whenever I find myself getting annoyed with Mad Men, I remind myself Matthew Weiner is keepin' it real, and I forgive him.