If you're like me, when you saw that Don Draper was inviting people into his new apartment on 6th and Waverly (one of my favorite NYC neighborhoods not far from Washington Square where unspeakable things were done to me on a park bench late one night ... a different story for a different time) to accept cash, straddle his manhood and slap him repeatedly in the face, my first thought was, "And the line forms where?"
I mean, isn't that everything you've ever wanted out of this guy? Do him, smack him around, take the cash, leave before he even knows your name or whether you have family with which to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Done. Diary entry written, calls made ... if it wasn't 1965 I'd hope to get a quick cameraphone pic of the proceedings, just a little something for Facebook.
So we all agree Don can stand some slapping around, some abuse, some 1965 bouffant wearing, high-arched eyebrow, self-unzipping (she was very bendy, as Phoebe Buffay would say) professsional roughing up with a side of shameful orgasm.
But the one thing that Don can't bear? Prudes from Portland, the Jantzen two-piece (not bikini) guys, father and son who've come all the way to the big city to bask in the creative glow of Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce for the vaunted Draper creative mind (the Glo-Coat ad guy, the firm's first success) but also want to remain a family company that would never sell a two-piece bathing suit because it shows more skin because that would be wrong.
More on the Jantzen angle from The Oregonian at this link.
Wasting Don's time like that? First putting him out there when there was no deal to make and then bringing him back, boards in hand, Draper concepts at the ready ... and saying no?
Well, you can imagine how Don must have felt ... he must have felt used, thrown aside, like ... a whore.
Ah, ridden and smacked around again, and he didn't even have the control that comes with paying the hooker to leave. He had to order the Jantzen guys out of his office.
(Then again, I think I would have as well. C'mon, 2-piece v. bikini? In 1965? That was the year Dwayne Hickman; you know, Doby Gillis, was learning How to Stuff a Wild Bikini in theatres.)
And so begins season four of Mad Men. Sure, there was more ... Betty's still having issues with, well, everything; from her new prospective in-laws to daughter Sally who's just not having any of this -- new dad, new relatives, unfamiliar food that just won't go down, Peggy has a new partner in crime (literally, Matt Long, late of Jack & Bobby and most recently The Deep End on ABC) and and a hot new 'do, but like SCDP it's really all about Don. Don, Don, Don.
More, including a couple behind the scenes clips and a preview of next week after the jump.