
Been hooked up on Mad Men for a while. Don Draper, a man with a plan, the character I fell for the very moment I saw him. Little that I knew how dark he rally was. Boy is he an epitome of an anti-hero, I told myself. After the fancy glazing was licked off, you could really tell how rotten and hopeless he was inside. But that was my ego talking, and so I kept watching. Foolish I was indeed, Don, he’s a sane man. Whatever obstacles were thrown at him, he kept his cool, he never panicked, and the most peculiar thing of them all is his shocking indifference most of the time. The ever so calm look on his face, as though the world will end tomorrow and he’s the only man who knows. Wish I would also be let in on the secret. Surely then I too would have the balls to drink all kinds of brown liquids, blowing smoke through my nose, screwing whatever walks by, and kicking distasteful clients out of my office, so that my creative genius could stay uncompromised by the conservative philistines.




