The blessed event is finally here: Mad Men is officially streaming on HBO Max in 4K as of December 1, and I, for one, am extremely ready to revisit the slicked-haired, cig-ripping, Scotch-swilling ways of Don Draper and company. (Not for nothing did I once throw a Mad Men-themed holiday party in my college suite, for which I made ’60s-style Grasshoppers that almost gave everyone alcohol poisoning.)
Below, find literally every thought I had about Season 1, Episode 1 of Mad Men, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”:
- It’s the floaty little falling-businessman song!
- God, we used to be a proper country.
- (While this show was on the air, I mean, not during the time period it depicts.)
- I know ’60s bars wouldn’t necessarily have been fun for me as a fat, gay woman, but I can’t help admiring their hustle and bustle anyway.
- I forgot that the full sentence “I love smoking” is spoken aloud within the first two minutes of this pilot.
- Also: “Ladies love their magazines.”
- I feel a little personally attacked by that one, as someone with a 2000s-era YM and a 1979 People magazine with Miss Piggy on the cover currently on the way to my apartment via eBay.
- Midge! My wife! My mean-brunette prototype!
- Taking notes on Midge’s apartment decor for furnishing my own studio.
- This drafting table, for example, rocks.
- The line “I love you, Grandma” has never been so hot.
- “I don’t make plans, and I don’t make breakfast.” Iconic.
- How did women not snap and mass-murder men more regularly in the ’60s?
- Aw, it’s Hildy!
- “I have an important appointment right now, so why don’t you go shopping or something?” I do not want a man to talk to me like this, but a woman could and should.
- Okay, the woman in the framed picture in Pete’s office is not the Trudy Campbell we know and love, so clearly they hadn’t cast Alison Brie yet.
- We love a minor inconsistency, don’t we, folks?
- Joan Holloway, ladies and gentlemen! We are so back.
- “Also, men love scarves.” LOL.
- Is that…true?
- Ah, casual anti-semitism, the bread and butter (or…Wonder Bread and Jell-O?) of the ’60s.
- The amount of gay that Salvatore is serving from the pilot of this show is truly remarkable.
- Like…if I were a closeted ad man in the ’60s, I might not turn in sketch drafts of my shirtless male neighbor, but listen, I don’t know his life!
- This German woman is terrifying.
- Actually, is she…Viennese?
- Am I as dumb as these ’60s ad execs?
- Thanatopsis time!
- In many ways, Peggy Olson invented Bushwick bangs.
- Or are we calling them Rama bangs now?
- God, Pete is such a creep.
- I could watch an eight-hour supercut of Don shutting Pete’s barf-inducing “fraternity house” misogyny down.
- My God, this show is really a compendium of enchanting brunettes, isn’t it?
- And on that note…we meet Rachel Menken!
- I need a copy of this ’60s doctor-provided book titled It’s Your Wedding Night to display in my apartment.
- Aw, I love that Joan sent Peggy to her gyno! Girls are gonna girl.
- That said, the mere thought of being in 1960s-era stirrups makes me want to die a little bit.
- I badly want to shop at Rachel Menken’s department store, and no, this isn’t a euphemism (entirely).
- Yay, more of Don humiliating Pete.
- I really feel like I could have won over the Sterling Cooper phone operator girlies, especially the one played by Kristen Schaal.
- I want to work at Lucky Strike’s self-funded Tobacco Research Center.
- Actually, that was probably the one workplace in 1960s America more sexist than Sterling Cooper, so nevermind.
- “No, everybody else’s tobacco is poisonous. Lucky Strike’s is toasted.” And that’s why they pay him the big bucks, baby.
- “It’s not like there’s some magic machine that makes identical copies of things.” Dramatic irony boots!
- Oh God, Peggy, don’t put the moves on Don. That’s your work wife-to-be!
- God, transport me to a ’60s strip club, stat.
- Or at least the store where the strippers buy their lingerie.
- I mean, those nip tassels!
- God, I hate Pete so much.
- Deep respect for Rachel Menken’s drink order: a fruit-and-mini-umbrella-laden Mai Tai.
- This hairstyle rocks so hard, too.
- Don really getting his Jewish mother on as he hectors Rachel about why she isn’t married, isn’t he?
- Ugh, Pete seducing Peggy is maybe the worst thing he does in this pilot that’s chock-full of egregious Pete behavior.
- Again…rise up and kill men, ’60s women!
- I’m so team Marjorie, Peggy’s judgmental roommate.
- Aaaaaaaand…wife reveal!
- Welcome to the party, Betty! Your husband sucks, but he sure is handsome!
#Thoughts #Rewatching #Mad #Men #Pilot













