I’ve been too philosophical lately. In life, I am sort of philosophical, but I also have, as you have sometimes seen, anger issues. Serious, foulmouthed anger issues. So let’s get some anger on the table. Today, I am angry about people lacking fundamental reading/viewing comprehension skills and also, even vague forms of empathy for anything that doesn’t have a penis. In brief, Gawker’s recap of Mad Men blows shit-laden dudebro chunks. Exhibits of first-class Not Getting It below:
She’s not shocked by the pictures of Don as a boy but named Dick, the deed to a house in California, or his purloined dog tags, she is shocked that he was married before. The one thing that Betty really cares about is the one thing that effects her. So like Betty.
Um, SHE HAS CHILDREN WITH THIS PERSON. She probably also noticed that divorce came through so very long before she and Don were married themselves. Yeah, it would have behooved him to tell her that he was married before, even if she lacked all the information, but no, Don has to be in goddamned charge. But suddenly Betty’s the unreasonable one? Come the fuck on.
Knowing Betty she is going to let the information about Don stew inside for a bit before acting out childishly and without thinking and doing something disastrous. Let’s hope it involves setting her ugly fainting couch of desire aflame.
I don’t like the fainting couch either but how in cowsuitcrazy Christ’s green earth is SHE the one being childish about this? She should be able to disclose that HE HAS A SECRET EXISTENCE any time she damn pleases. They’re married, and in the fifties, that marriage has a lot of financial/economic consequences for her. If it’s a sham, or founded on false pretenses, that’s not just a “childish concern.” It’s a goddamn material one. Jesus.
The most air time was spent on Don and his relationship with Miss Farrell (the AMC blog says her first name is Suzanne, but I don’t know that we’ve ever heard it on the show, so we’re just going to keep calling her Missy around these parts, OK?).
Haha, see, sex objects don’t need names!
Right now [Don] is lost in [Suzanne’s] delusion, but he will wake up to realize that she is crazy, and it may be way too late to save himself.
Umm, the fuck? Why is she crazy for forming an attachment to a dude who is, after all, fucking her, and told her she likes everything better than everyone else or some other crap line that I’m sure seemed touching in context? I don’t get a crazy vibe at all. Even if I did, I’d say it’s pretty obvious that
That Don wants to drive Missy’s no-good, epileptic brother Danny to his new job in Massachusetts show’s just how whipped he is by this women.
When your copy editor wants to given you a whippin’ I’ll hand her the damn switch.
His tale sets Peggy thinking and she sets this perfect trap in Don’s office.
Uh, WHAT? Or…. she did her job and he got drunk and spanked his monkey into a stupor?
Oh, and speaking of differences of opinion, Peggy must have really liked that brown dress with all the bows up the front. We strongly disagree. When is Joan coming back with some fashion advice?
THIS DUDE SHOULD READ THIS POST. (By a, uh, friend of the Harpies.) This dude doesn’t get it. He’s watching and thinking - Joan is hot, I’d like to tap me that ass.
In conclusion, Jesus, how does one get through college with such poor comprehension skills? What a fuckwad. I don’t understand how Nick Denton is hiring these shitheads. Really. I don’t. I don’t know that I ever thought Gawker was enlightened but Jesus it didn’t used to be a sort of proxy CollegeHumor site.
Excuse me while I calm down with a delicious Cherry Coke Zero.