Mad Men had sex on the brain this week. Everyone was fucking and/or coming very close to fucking. It was like an episode of the Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet Hell Inferno From Hell Challenge: Cabo Nights, or whatever. Minus the flag relay-races. You had Betty pushing her flirtation with Henry Francis 2 Tha LIMIT. Careful, Betty! Then there is Don Draper and the teacher, which is basically a thing that you saw coming so long ago, from all of the miles away, but here it is, and you kind of wished it wouldn’t happen because Don has a new baby, you guys, and ultimately Betty did preserve her moral highground by turning Henry Francis down (tawdry), and Don is just plain getting harder and harder to like. So much yelling from him, and gloomy faces. He’s mean! But he is our hero. It’s the Tony Soprano effect, basically. Except that instead of coming to like and identify with a philandering egotist monster who spends his days murdering members of the New York crew, we have come to like a philandering egotist monster who murders AD CAMPAIGNS. And then, of course, there is the human tragedy that is Sal. Oh, Sal! You are so confused and angry and scared and sad. “You people,” says Don Draper. “I think you know that this is the way it has to be,” says Don Draper. Oof, says Gabe.
Not to mention the Connie plot-line. Pretty incredible stuff. “What do you want from me? Love? Your work is good.” YIIIIIKES, DAD. The scene in which Connie became a surrogate father figure to Don was touching and powerful, and just as quickly that father turned his back. Sad emoticon? Saddest emoticon. I’m not going to go into it, but let’s just say that dads can be the worst. Am I right? (If you don’t think I’m right, I don’t want to hear about it, happy child!)
Just an epic episode, basically. Another epic episode. Slow down, Mad Men! You are almost too epic for your own good. Just kidding: keep going. This is great.