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Mad Men–Season 2, Episode 6: Maidenform

Well, this episode was profoundly depressing to me, and I really have no interest in watching it again for a while, so I am going totally off memory without even DVR to fact check. I will probably get stuff wrong and for that I apologize.

First, how sucky is it that Peggy showed up in Peter Pan collars when I had convinced myself that she was done with them? It is small comfort, too, that she shows up at the Tom Tom all glammed out, because she really doesn’t know what it means to be an adult. She can look gorgeous and ten years more sophisticated (but not older), but she ends up all giggly in the client’s lap just like one of the strippers. I was happy to hear Joan give Peggy Bobbie’s advice (but bluntly) but Peggy still isn’t hearing it. She is hardly going to be taken seriously rubbing her fanny in the laps of her accounts. I really, really thought she was learning about business, but all she can do is repeat that she has a good ear for slogans and a good eye for models. Which she probably does, but talent is never enough. You have to supplement that with ambition, or savvy, or personal connections, and until she does something proactive she’s going to stay a worker bee. You kind of get a sense now for part of her sister’s frustration with/about her after seeing her move through this episode sort of like a spoiled brat. She does have some expectations that people will automatically recognize her importance without her having to speak up, and when she does speak up, it’s to Joan, who really can’t help her with the office part of it but who has the kindness to make what suggestions she can, however snappy her tone. Peggy is exasperating, though. Even I wanted to smack her for that gray jumper combo. It doesn’t help that she is a woman (overlookable) who used to work as a secretary (overlookable) for the 1960s men who are really (quite innocently) forgetting that they work with her.

On the other hand, how interesting were Peggy and Pete? Pete is another guy who sort of seems disappointed that people don’t automatically understand how talented he is, but perhaps it’s because he’s from some kind of prestige or position and perhaps because he enjoys White Male Privilege and perhaps because he is Pete but he doesn’t fail to step up and seize opportunities when they arrive and make them when they do not. What’s weird, and what I don’t fully understand, is why Pete needs Peggy to be infantilized or prudish and why Peggy cares. I still can’t shake this feeling that they know each other from before (and I still worry what’s going to happen to Peggy’s baby when Pete finds out about it).

Duck was a huge disappointment. I don’t take any pleasure out of seeing someone hit rock bottom–again. At least he does it with his eyes wide ope en and with full cognizance. I can’t bring myself to write about more than that.

Now, Don. Where does Don get off lecturing Betty, who looked absolutely adorable in her tennis outfit and in her bikini? Betty is not desperate. Don is projecting. Don is a prick. Don is driven by his prick and Don deserved to find out that Bobbie has been using him for sex because all the gals she’s in with talked him up good. When Don sort of crumples onto the toilet seat while shaving, I had the fleeting thought that it was the REAL Don Draper with the reputation at Random House, but of course that doesn’t make any sense. Don has just had his ego shattered and I think that it’s not entirely undeserved. It’s true–if Bobbie had kept her mouth shut like Don had told her to, then she wouldn’t be in some sort of Gerald’s Game scenario, but if she had kept her mouth shut Don wouldn’t have learned just what women are saying about him. Clearly he’s been around, and women think of him as some stud, and he’s the one that pretty much seems desperate now. I mean, the audience has clued into the fact that he is searching for something he has lost or never had but wants, but that’s not something Don is admitting to other people. And for Bobbie to bring it up in such a casual way at such a moment… it was like a perfect storm of psychological confrontation. But being Don, with Don’s tricks and talents, I’m sure he forgot all about it by the time he got home. That is, until his daughter brought it all back. To his credit, all he did was ask her to leave the bathroom, but that last scene of Don naked and slumped on a toilet without any energy to shut the door and make his breakdown private… that is a downer if I ever saw one.

I am hoping that this is about as low as the season gets. We are at the halfway point; maybe, if I’m lucky, episode seven will be the one where the fallen reassess themselves and their situation and the next six episodes will climb to a high note. I am also hoping that Betty wore her bikini to the pool anyway.

I guess there’s multiple layers of significance to this title, too. Here’s my cursory analysis, to make up in quantity what I lack this time in enthusiasm. Obviously Maidenform represents a goal and a transformation; the client was Playtex but they were kicking around the idea of shedding their image to pursue another one. Maidenform also refers to underwear in general, and the public selves that we hide beneath our public ones. It was also a good excuse to open the show with shots of three different beautiful women in their unmentionables, before having all the men at the office mention it to them. The title also refers to the form that Peggy will adopt for herself; will she choose Marilyn or Jackie or will she actually be able to pull off an Irene Dunne, an actress who did some very interesting and powerful things. Peggy will have to find her sense of humor first.

Peggy, Don, Duck… Pah! All of you. You made me sad.

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Product Round-Up

Here are some products that I love:

Peppadews
These are something else. Our fancy dancy grocery store, Keil’s, sells these at its fresh olive bar. Fresh olives being $9 a pound there, I would have passed them by forever were it not for Husband’s trip to the grocery store for snacks for our Journeyman TV marathon. You know, after they canceled it but before they erased it from the NBC website? We had Milton’s crackers, brie, wine, and these peppadews. He went out for wine and I was expecting to make popcorn but this was much, much better. I am also pleased that Journeyman appears on Hulu.com and it is worth watching. At least the show producers knew soon enough that it would be axed, so they were able to bring the series to an adequate, if hasty, conclusion.

Back on topic. You can’t do better than a plate of peppadews for a party. Seriously. Imagine yourself saying to the host that you have purchased a plate of peppadews to pass. Wouldn’t uttering that sentence that make any party fun?

Glide Dental Floss
I became addicted to dental floss in college, when I was having a pitted tonsils problem that resulted in food getting trapped in my mouth and rotting. When politely and discreetly informed that I had bad breath, I started obsessively brushing and flossing. Eventually, the real problem was identified and I had my tonsils removed, but the habit stuck. Regular floss was fine, but then I hit on Dentotape. Better, but fibrous; it got stuck between my molars. Once I started using Glide I never went back. I even made a convert at my old job! I prefer to buy the tubes rather than the flip-top case, mostly for the bulk rate. I have liked it less since “Crest” started appearing on the label. It feels less sturdy. It is probably all in my head.

Albertson’s Grocery Store Bakery Chocolate Chip Cookies
I don’t even particularly like this grocery store, although I rank it above our local Vons. We shop here sometimes because it is near a McDonald’s with a playland, an auto parts store, a Blockbuster video store, and the post office, and because it has car carts. It is a tricksie store, with little purple bags of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in front of the register; I think it’s 18 cookies for $4. Dammit! They’re soft-baked (and 3 points each).

Boudreaux’s Butt Paste
We received a tube of this as a gift at a baby shower, because my friend thought Husband’s interest in farts and poop was funny. But it works like a charm, and it should, because it was invented in Louisiana and probably has voodoo in it. It was hard to procure right after Hurricane Katrina, which I assumed was because workers were not able to travel to the factory. I just discovered–when I was getting the website so I could link to it–that the company was purchased by Blairex Laboratories, which first came on the scene with a saline solution in the 1970s (they anticipated how popular contact lenses would become). Since acquiring the Butt Paste label and recipe, they have added several new products to the line, including a set of three single-use foil packets for travel use, which I don’t understand because the two-ounce plastic tube is resealable, contains many more than three uses, and is very small. If you are packing something as large as diapers in the first place…

Here are some products that I’ve used but I don’t know that I will purchase again:

Clean Shower
I am sloppy about washing the shower, so it’s never clean, so I can’t use the spray. When I do clean the shower, I try to remember to spray it, but I hate the smell. Plus I’m not the only person to use the shower, and I don’t even bother nagging Husband about spraying it. For one, he doesn’t care–he’d rather just clean the shower. Also, I could just do it myself after he goes to work. But the smell… it’s just so medicinal and weird. It doesn’t stink, exactly, but it’s overpowering–and that’s the bathroom with the window in it. Five years from now the bottle will probably be emptied and I’ll throw it out, never to replace it. Hopefully, five years from now I’ll have a shower made of tile or porcelain or even metal instead of textured fiberglass, and it won’t be such an unsuccessful drama to clean it in the first place. I mean, if I could just use Comet or Tilex or something that would actually work on the shower, I wouldn’t need to keep it clean between washings. You could just wash the damn thing often enough to avoid all the unnecessary applications of tiding-over spray.

And don’t tell me that baking soda and vinegar work. It just made a foamy, gritty, vinegary mess. True, it was nicer to stand on later than mold and soap scum is.

Prickly Pear–The Food
They were selling this at Albertson’s for $0.39 a pop, so I grabbed one. They’d done a very good job of removing all the prickers, but I did get a tiny fibrous one stuck in my thumb that was easy enough to remove just with fingernails. And it cut open like a dream… I cut it longways into eighths instead of paring it (because I cannot make a paring knife pare and I don’t know what happened to my vegetable skin scraper gadget), and slicing off the rind from the fruit part was very fast and very effective. I think I should have scooped out the seeds but I didn’t. Mistake. Those mofos are tough. The flesh that was left behind though, was meager. I’d looked around online to see what people did with prickly pears (or opuntia, as they are also known by people who appreciate the desert and know more about living in harmony with Earth and Nature than I do), but not until I got home. They make them into drinks, it turns out, mostly alcoholic. I didn’t buy enough to extract any kind of amount of juice from.

I cut up the fruit and served it next to the salad last night, and it was tasty. I’m glad I didn’t put it in the salad because of the seeds. I just don’t see me making a habit out of buying it or preparing it. If I was already an avid juicer or barkeep, maybe, but honestly? I’ve never seen them at the store before. I don’t know how often I’ll run into them without looking. It’s definitely a niche fruit. Should I have a future hankerin’, I’ll buy me some Cactus Coolers.

Unless someone domesticates this fruit and makes it big and fat and less prickly, even if that means sacrificing flavor for shippability.

Soy Vay Veri Veri Teriyaki
I had been eyeballing a big tub of this at Costco and finally caved. I tasted it with a spoon. Yummy! But it’s really too salty to use, and when I used it as a marinade for some tuna and then tried to sear said tuna, it turned into a yucky caramelized mess in the pan. Most of the blame for that lies on me, because I have so little experience searing tune, and it by no means harmed the taste or texture of the fish in any way. I’d used it in a marinade from the website that also included soy sauce, which it needed because this sauce is kind of thick. That turned into a super-salty extravaganza. The sesame seeds, however, are delightful and impart texture. I think maybe I shouldn’t have bought such a big bottle of it. It was a calculated risk.

Here are some products to avoid:

Tempeh
Dreadful. This was dreadful. I got it for Fella and Filly to eat because they like things like Gardenburgers, and tofu, and those Chickenless Nuggets you can get at Trader Joe’s, and because sometimes a vegetarian substitution has these amazing spices and textures. (I love, for example, mock duck in all its squeakiness. Don’t let its looks fool you. Try it in Thai food before getting all skeptical and/or revolted.) I’ve even liked the Tofurky you make for your brother’s girlfriend. But this was beyond belief. I neither marinated it nor barbecued it as recommended, but it came stinking out of the package. Microwaving it was probably the worst thing I could have done. The baby would have none of it. She didn’t even play with it enough to make a mess of it on the floor.

This product is dead to me.

Costco Underwear by Maidenform.
I can’t even find a link to this and I am glad. Don’t be fooled! They come in a three-pack for $10 or $12, and the colors aren’t bad. They are advertised as “hipsters” or something and they are seamless. How could they go wrong? I bought a pack and they weren’t so bad, so I bought another pack. They change completely after washing. They are like devil panties. I can wear them for maybe three hours and they have to come off. All last week, while the good underwear was dirty, it was ratty old underwear or these. I’d always start with these and I’d always get fed up. Depending on where my tolerance expired, I’d change or go without. Not a great week to be my clothes. There’s an awful lot of laundry that now needs me to fold it. I’d throw them away but they are in almost pristine condition. I’m sure in the future I’ll need some kind of underwear that isn’t gross or stretched but only requires two hours of wear.

Pacific Foods Butternut Squash Soup
Don’t get me wrong. Pacific Foods is an excellent label with some amazing flavors. My favorites are the Red Pepper one and the Cashew Ginger one, but this Creamy Butternut Squash soup is like a watery Thanksgiving. The Campbell’s Select Butternut Squash soup is much, much better, although I am having trouble finding it at the stores this month. There’s either a run on that flavor or a virus knocking out the butternut squash crops one field at a time. Maybe it’s just that it’s a winter squash and the stores from last year are running out. Who knows?

Here is an Early 20th Century Chinese-American gangster, Sai Wing Duck (aka Mock Duck):

Mock Duck arrived in the United States during the late 1890s, settling in New York’s Chinatown where he formed the Hip Sing Tong, a minor criminal organization. He’d strut around Pell Street, covered in diamonds, secure in his control of Hip Sing, his sinister image bolstered by his long, lethal-looking fingernails.

We should all be so confident.