The Sound of One Man Laughing
-
A collage that I collaged tonight.
-
Mad Men: Joan hates Don
Joan may appreciate Don’s talent, looks, and charm, she really has contempt for him.
What does Joan know of Don? She told Peggy that she knows what kind of woman he marries: stunning Stepford models. “Did you know he met Betty Draper doing a print ad? Did you know she was a model? That’s the kind of girl Don marries.”
Joan found out that Don cheats in the pilot episode. She knows he knocked up his wife Monday and got divorced Tuesday. She’s seen his daughter have a mini-breakdown in the office (409) because of this divorce. She’s cleaned up the mess he made doing something to Allison, giving her her own mini-breakdown (404). She’s seen him spend a year as a useless drunk. She didn’t go to Don about the drawing of her and Lane put out by his creative department, did she? And she’s seen him marry his goddam secretary?!: “Happens all the time. They’re all just between marriages, you know that. He’ll probably make her a copywriter. He’s not going to want to be married to a secretary.”
Now watch Don and Joan in the bar again. What does she say to Don that’s nice? ”You’re irresistible,” she said, resisting with ease.
Then she lets him have it, beginning at 31:55: ”And who do you think’s waiting at home? I bet she’s not ugly. The only sin she’s committed is being familiar.” Don: “So you think it’s all him?” Joan: “Because she can’t give him what she wants?” Don: “Because he doesn’t know what he wants. But he’s wanting.” Joan: “He knows. It’s just the way he is…” Don: “I’m gonna go.” Joan has no protest to make.
Was Don trying to get laid? Who knows. From what he said, not even he knows.
Joan is a master. She told Don what a shit he is, to his face, and he sent her flowers the next day. Crap, no wonder he found her intimidating.
-
I read PG Wodehouse’s “The Truth about George” tonight to my mom, which caused her to tell me about my own stutter. When I was three, my dad was having temper tantrum #568. Picture me, comrades, my arms wrapped around his legs, tearfully begging him to stop. He did not, but I did, and remained silent for the rest of the day. The next morning, I had a bad stutter. My mom thought the best thing to do was to ignore it, but a couple years later, the kindergarted teacher wouldn’t. I went to a speech therapist. The office, mom said, had whoopie cushions to test whether patients were deaf or not. Mom thought this unprofessional, but (a) apparently, I went there anyway, and (b) perhaps one of the doctor’s relatives owned an overstocked novelty store.
- Three Ways Women Undermine Themselves At Work, by Susannah Breslin »
-
(Source: sociologic)
-
I give this to the world.
-
How to be a bitch at work »
“I’ve found the bitchier I am, the more I work, the more desirable I become, and the more money I make.
“Here’s how to be a bitch at work and get away with it.”
-
Nice!
(Source: coffeeplusmarlborolights)
-
"I keep thinking that evil would like nothing better than to have us feel awful about who we are."
― Fred Rogers (1928-2003), interview with the Christian Broadcasting Network
-
Man coming home with the hat and pipe
Came home today, my freshly-three year old daughter hugged my leg and jumped for joy. I picked her up, and she said, “We’re happy to see you daddy!” and kissed me. Got two more kisses in the same night. (She’s usually a one-kiss a week girl. And she doesn’t say sentences much, and never before “We’re happy to see you daddy!”)
Golly, what a nifty-doodley-doo day.
