Oh man, y’all. If there’s one thing that’s great about summer Fridays at my place of work, it’s that I get every other Friday off of work. If there’s one thing that’s not the new hotness, however, it’s that putting in the extra hours to get those precious Fridays off has made me a raggedy-ass bitch when it comes to tending to this particular corner of the interwebs. Blog productivity has shamelessly fallen to the wayside, egregious errors have been made, and I still haven’t gotten around to discussing the eagerly anticipated/probable train wreck that is Burlesque. Sure, this little blog may not buy my bacon and eggs, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel obliged to those of you out there who so kindly indulge my crazy. Anyways, apologies are like the Lost series finale (obligatory, yet wholly unfulfilling), so point being: IT’S TIME TO BUST SOME BLOG ASS AND START GETTING CAUGHT UP ON EVERYTHING. (That’s my motivational speaker voice.)
In the mean time, though, let’s all ponder the following important question:
I remain of the opinion that there’s no such thing as being too sexist Mad Men strives to create an accurate–not revisionist–portrait of the 1960s, and leveling charges of sexism at Mad Men confuses the sexual and gender politics of the era with those of the show itself. Mad Men‘s “sexism” is in fact a meta-commentary on sexism, if you will, but that’s just my interpretation. That being said, let’s go watch a short video that attempts to get to heart of the matter:
See? It’s a well established fact that a woman’s place is in the kitchen, which is probably why we even describe pregnancy in baking euphemisms, but even Mad Men knows that nobody should have to do laundry by hand. That’s the sort of talk that some people might say is pinko homo crazy talk, so in other words, Mad Men IS radical feminism.