"Do you want women who want bikinis to buy your two-piece or do you just want to make sure women who want a two-piece don't suddenly buy a bikini?"
Oh Don. If episode one of season four is about "Who is Don Draper?" I think we can safely say that he's a dick. Yelling at clients, snapping at Peggy. His only moment of true humanity came in the dark, when he was looking at his sleeping kids (note: he should really sleep with one eye open with scary Sally around...) Gotta love that the handsomest man on cable is quickly becoming the biggest jerk too. Brooding, mysterious is now slipping into sad and pathetic. Divorced men in 1964? Not so hot. They sleep with slapping prostitutes? Sadly, Don needs Roger's help to meet a nice lady who looks exactly like Betty and the Christian vampire slayer off True Blood: "She was on the Mount Holyoke gymnastic team. Take her to dinner and if you hit it off maybe you can stuff her on Turkey Day." Ah, some things don't change. Apparently there's no copies of The Feminine Mystique lying around Rog's office.
But we're totally hooked. Every Monday we're taking a leisurely lunch a la Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce to watch and recap. This office's bar cart needs a serious upgrade though...
