Two things are happening on Sunday: it's my birthday, and Mad Men comes back after the longest hiatus of any show EVER. Matthew Weiner, the show's creator, must have known that I'm obsessed and planned the return for March 25th. Because he totally reads this blog, right (more after the jump)?
Mad Men, for you unsophisticated weirdos who don't watch it (kidding, mostly) is not merely a TV show, it is a way of life. A grimy, alcohol-soaked, misogynistic, beautifully dressed way of life. The characters are endearingly self-destructive, terrible people whom you love anyway, and they are endlessly fascinating. I can't wait to see what happens on Sunday after I enjoy my birthday cake and count the number of "happy birthdays" I get on my Facebook wall.
But back to the quotation above. It's direct; there are no shortcuts. You go out and you prove yourself.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go chain smoke some cigarettes, put on my hourglass figure-hugging dress, and drink three scotches before I leave the