between my legs a little trail of black dust.

nedhepburn:

These new Mad Men ads are subtle and brilliant. New series back on in March… 

ALL IS FULL OF LOVE NOW THAT I KNOW IT IS COMING BACK.

So do my fellow female “Maddicts” (because the hip thing now is to commodify your program with a dorky moniker for its fans) also groan each time Don lays false sincerity on his latest floozy? As a femme viewer, I feel like I am Don’s cosmic madonna/whore. [You know, in the Fellini sense?] We are Anna fucking Draper, collectively. We’ve been schooled in his bullshit over four seasons; if given the opportunity, we could tell him exactly when and why he dun goof’d with each woman. But we don’t get that opportunity, because we’re the ghost in the hallway. We are that nagging reminder, but never really affect change. We’re just there when he’s drunk and confused as to what’s real and what’s not.

Vice versa, he does something similar for me. We’ve probably all had some sort of Don Draper in our lives; a twentysomething casanova, a traveling man. Getting to see Don blow the concept of monogamy each week teaches me something in turn about how much of a damn I should actually give. And the answer is: not a lot. But I too am drunk, and confused as to what’s real and what’s not while watching this show. So I too ain’t never learned.

They told me I had the mouth of a singer.