Well, friends, I’m more than halfway through Season 2 of Mad Men. It is a very absorbing show, probably the most interesting TV show I’ve seen in years (since Sex and the City ended, perhaps?), and the ideal diversion while I’m letting my brand-new high efficiency front-loading washer do most of my laundry chores for me! (Too bad it doesn’t dry and fold my clothes, too, eh? Except, with the retro-look of these front loaders, it makes me feel a bit too much like Betty Draper and her “desperate housewife” friends.)
In response to your clamorous queries for yet more, more, MORE of my opinions about this particular expression of the zeitgeist, I have some more thoughts to share today. Specifically, I’d like to talk about the representation and function of sex in Mad Men. For the most part, we’ll be talking about heterosexuality because that’s what’s on the Mad Men menu, with few exceptions. (For the record, I’m exactly half-way through Season 2.) Spoiler alert–if you haven’t yet watched the show mid-way through Season 2 and don’t want to know what happens, don’t read any further!
It’s striking that in this supposedly pre-AIDS, proto-sexual revolution era of 1960-62 (from what I’ve seen so far, anyway), sex is never represented as an affirming, positive, or even a very enjoyable activity. This is the era of Helen Gurley Brown’s Sex and the Single Girl (1962)–but where’s the fun? Where’s the adventure? Continue Reading »