I took a brief break from powering through the first two seasons of Mad Men and, having started up again and promptly powered through four episodes in one evening, I feel stupid for ever going away.
I love this show. And the wonderful thing is, I don't know why. There's nothing obstentatiously screaming 'this is why you love me' about the show. Everything is sleek, subtle, like a present that takes considerable time to open or a truly delicious (and now four-course) meal. Let it win you over like Don Draper wins over clients and ladies alike.
Of course, the logical reason for me to love the show is the powerhouse female cast, January Jones as Betty Draper, Christina 'Goddess' Hendricks as Joan Holloway (yes I know she's got a new last name but where I'm at she's only just got engaged) and Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson.
(with Elisha 'Girl Next Door' Cuthbert, Kris 'BT' Marshall and Ivana 'Mrs Le Chiffre' Milicevic)
slutty gorgeously vacant wife of Simple Simon in The Boat That Rocked.
But now, she leaves the ditzy slut thing to Sienna Miller and moves into the big leagues as the sullen and spoilt housewife Betty Draper. Married to Don Draper (whose suave ways and smooth-talking pulling technique would make James Bond jealous), she doesn't seem to have wanted for anything, except the attention and devotion from her husband that she clearly got from her parents. Betty exudes suburban princess; even her riding gear is perfectly pressed and co-ordinated, no doubt, to match everything from her couch to her horse.