Thoughts on Mad Men

Thanks to Netflix, I have finally watched all of the episodes of Mad Men. I didn't start watching the original show until around the fifth season, and by the that time it was in it's second and less illustrious path. It's a great show, part historic documentary of the advertising agency in its classic period, part social history, and part telenovela.

Here are some random thoughts on Mad Men.

1) It must be great working in an office with that much booze. Instead of coffee breaks the workers apparently got Scotch breaks.
2) Women are there for the pleasure of the men. They get coffee, handle personal errands and are there for erotic purposes when the need arises. A happier time.
3) It could be  a stressful. A random decision from a client could kill one's career.
4) Thanks to the poetry of Don Draper pitching a campaign, the American dream of prosperity through buying things almost looks like a noble cause.
5)Those long hairs and beards ruined a good thing.
6) Women slowly learned to get what was theirs, and not just by the capricious decisions of men.
7) Whenever a new company tries to buy the firm, the staff realizes that "better the devil you know" is a prudent policy.
8) The show is primarily a workplace show and wives, girlfriends, and children are distractions in search of the perfect ad campaign.
9)The most important relationship in the show is between Don and Peggy, who both knew that work and advertising was the heartbeat of life.
10) Robert Morse was always a treat in the show. Makes you want to view the movie "How to Succeed in Business without really trying". Loved when he sang a song after he died. Loved the way he made everyone take off their shoes before entering his office. Now that was power. Still he was a better boss than anyone else. "Better the devil you know".
11) High class restaurants in New York were boring.

Editor's note: The one bad thing about viewing the show on Netflix instead of the original tv series is you miss the commercials. Commercials on Mad Men were like the ones on the Superbowl. The ad agencies used it to show off their best stuff.
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D Day

I think it's time to retire D Day. The day will always be there but now that we have reached the 75th I think it's time to retire the ritual of world leaders, who don't really like each other, to have to pose together in France for a picture. Sometimes I think they do it to embarrass we Americans who had the temerity to select such a silly person as president.

the kids on Better Things

I love Better Things. I watch it religiously when it's on and often watch the instant rerun that follows it to catch the nuances that I may have missed the first time around. I have often said that most of my experiences of family life comes from watching television situation comedies. In turn, most of what I know about raising daughters comes from watching Better Things.

Lately there has been some negative buzz about the show. It revolves around the behavior of the older girls. Do all American teenagers act like Max and Frankie? Granted, most middle class American girls are privileged, demanding, and view their parents as walking credit cards.  Such is life. Still, I predict that, although annoying as youth, they will succeed in the game of life.
My predictions for the girls:

Max is pretty and knows how to manipulate people to get money. She will do fine in life, she'll end up getting occasional roles and will  couch surf from upscale Hollywood apartments to mansions in the Valley with various male directors and producers.

Frankie will end up becoming a doctor. I suspect she is good at math. She has the personality of someone who is good at math. She will get a good job in a hospital but will not be known for her bedside manner.

Duke will get married and live in the suburbs of LA. She will be the one to cajole her sisters into visiting Mom for Mother's Day. She will be the only one of the girls to visit Grandma in the nursing home. When Grandma dies the two older sisters will turn up, demanding their share.

Taking the senior bus to Atlantic City

The mandatory activity for the retiree in New Jersey is the experience of taking the senior bus to Atlantic City. Like the trip to Florida during spring break for college students, all seniors are required, by law, to do this pilgrimage at least once a year.

Apparently you have to buy the tickets in advance and on the big day show up at 8:30 at the local senior center ready for bear and the expectation of a rewarding and lucrative day in Atlantic City.

Today the big day is here. Looks like it is going to be cool and damp, no sunshine. Oh well. Got on the bus. No problem. Nice ride. Always fun to see the windmills of old Atlantic City. Back in the day you were greeted at the casino with a roll of quarters. Now it's high tech. Fortunately I was able to find an old Resorts card and it was able to take in the credit for twenty five dollars.

Resorts is nice. Cozy, a little old fashioned, I was reminded how, as a tot, I vacationed with my parents there when it was the old Chalfonte Haddon Hall. There were no televisions in the rooms. You had to go to one of the television parlors, each named for a network. In the NBC room I sang along with my parents and other guests to Sing-a-Long with Mitch.

I digress. My partner and I went to the slots machines. I played on the bus money. Every once in a while there would be fireworks and the machine would explode in sounds as it went into the bonus round. After all the excitement I realized I had won a few dollars.

Walked over to the Hard Rock Cafe. Very modern decor, had an overpriced burger. Slots again. Lost money. Had a free drink from the roving waitress. Yes I know you are supposed to tip them.

Finally we went home, a little lighter in net worth, if not in pounds.
Okay, no big deal. Last time I took the bus to AC we got donuts in the morning, bingo during the ride, and a movie on the way home. Oh well, I'll always have my memories of bus rides past.

Happy Mothers Day

Just got back from lovely Singapore. Hot and humid but fun. Especially liked the hawker centers for food. Being lazy I can't think of anything new to say for Mother's Day but here are two old favorites.

Editor's note: Selling like hotcakes but now available for the low price of $2.99 my book.

John Bercow

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Those of us in America, when bored with our own political crises, like to turn to our friends in Britain and watch  theirs. Quickly becoming an American celebrity and symbol of jolly olde England is the Speaker of the House of Commons, John Bercow.

Watching the Brexit news on Youtube, I have become fascinated with the wit and calls to order of Mr. Bercow. Apparently a Conservative, he likes scolding members of Parliament of all persuasions when they are getting too noisy. I'd like to see a debate between him and Nancy Pelosi. I'd also like to know where he gets his haircuts.

Side hustles

When I was in college I was friends with a young woman who had side hustles. When she came to college two weeks late she explained that she was hustling up her tuition. "A hustle here, a hustle there and now I have tuition". Later I figured out that selling my radio was one of her side hustles.

One of the classic side hustles is selling stuff on e bay. People do make money doing it if they have the time and inherited neat stuff. Other side hustles involve selling birthday cakes to the neighbors, helping your brother with his contracting business on weekends, or for those with literary aspirations, writing a Kindle book.

Alexandria Octavio-Cortez has stated that side hustles move up the unemployment rate, but that is factually inaccurate. Having a side hustle does, however, give you a varied and potentially lucrative second life. Side hustles are also useful if you want to get out of things. "I'm sorry I can't teach Sunday school but I  reserve Sundays for my side hustle."