A blog about theatre, art and life, by Megan Vaughan.
HERE BE SHITLOADS OF SPOILERS
I seriously fucking love Mad Men. I’ve just finished watching series three and have realised that it has only been in this series that I really started to care about Don Draper. I loved it in series one and two of course, but that was mainly because I loved the office politics and was a little bit gay for Joan Holloway. Now that Don’s wife has actually left him (for a slimy little toad, more’s the indignity), those poor-little-country-boy flashbacks rip my heart in two. It’s not exactly like he’s an angel or anything; he just needs to be loved.
And it is good to see Joan and her hips back in the action too.