Be still my heart!
Over the next week leading up to the Series Three Mad Men premiere, I’ll be posting some thoughts on the sumptuously heartbreaking AMC TV series. Here are just the first few paragraphs.
Start organizing your thoughts on MM so we can have good conversations in the comments, ok, friendos?
Before we even get into it: I started trying to write a super scholarly treatise on Mad Men, but, almost 10 years after college days spent blissfully analyzing poems and novels to death, I finally realized that I wasn’t writing an essay for WST 205 (Something’s Happening Here: Manifestations of Social Change and Dissonance in 1960s America Through the Lens of “Second Wave” Feminist Theory). Thus, please enjoy my nonacademic rambly thoughts, and please add your own!
After hearing me heap praise on Mad Men for months, a friend finally started watching the series from the beginning. He called me up after watching the first few episodes.
“I don’t get this show. Why you like it.”
“You talked so much about the clothes and the set designs and the characters—I didn’t know it was going to be so dark. And it doesn’t seem like a show you’d be into—the women are so, I don’t know…oppressed.”
Just as there are people who do not understand that The Simpsons isn’t a lighthearted cartoon but one of the most bitingly satiric shows ever to air on TV, there are people running around whining about how Mad Men is misogynist. Today seems like as good a day as any for a radical feminist to counter that claptrap by heaping praise on this most radical, most feminist show.
After watching every episode of both seasons three times and taking copious notes (as well as screenshots), my thoughts on Mad Men, can be boiled down to two:
- It’s about feminism.
- It’s about nihilism.
Specifically: how a heartbreaking devotion to the latter held back the former.
And: how that changed.
Tune in next Tuesday or Wednesday for more! BE EXCITED!