It’s no secret that I love Mad Men. Of course, that’s not exactly an original thought, as most people who are Mad Men fans don’t just like the show, they worship it. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that there are times when I kind of wish I were Peggy Olsen, tearing the 60s a new one with her magic powers of feminism.
Not the real 60s, obviously, but TV-60s, where everyone is pretty and even the sexism has a glossy sheen to it.
Since I can’t teleport to 1965 – and because Joan would fire me within my first 6 hours of employment – I’ll have to settle for dressing like I’m in the SCDP secretarial pool. And, since the swingin’ 60s have already left their mark on fashion, I can shorten this dress into a miniskirt without being told by Joey that I look like a whore.