If you think I’m taking a break from the feminist thing, I am. Don’t wanna talk about it. That’s obviously why I’m writing this. So I’m not.
I’ve been watching this show called Man Men. Why? Because I’m an escapist and after an entire day of serving people I need something to take me off my feet and put some ice on my mind….perhaps the other way around… After endless tasks of napkins, puppy care, dishwashers and dish washing, it's a strange comfort to watch a show which subtly reminds you that life in the rat race is meaning less. Really, it is. Perhaps it's something like angsty teens listening to screaming-thrashing rock-n-roll. The first few episodes you don't think it's all that dark, then a comedy, then you pretty much just feel sorry for them.
Here’s the Netflix description:
Set in 1960s New York City, this AMC series takes a peek inside an ad agency during an era when the cutthroat business had a glamorous lure. When the cigarette smoke clears and the martinis are set down, at the center of it all is ad man Don Draper (Jon Hamm). Meanwhile, his marriage suffers as his wife, Betty (January Jones), recoils from his womanizing ways. Garnering numerous awards, the show also stars John Slattery and Elisabeth Moss.
That is laughable. Here’s my description and why I watch this show. Donald Draper is Mr. Man. He is everything the man of his era would have wanted, and he’s miserable. It’s not that he doesn’t want what he has, he’s just miserable with or without what he wants. In one season he’s had two affairs, both women end up leaving him.
Men’s rights. It’s funny that this miserable man’s “womanizing ways” seem pulled in two directions. Either he is evil or he’s a victim, he is ruining other people’s lives or he is in ruins. He longs for love and upon finding that he is unloved seeks it somewhere else. It’s ironic to me how “frowned upon” this personality is in society when if he were a woman she would be sympathized with.
His wife “doesn’t understand him,” but unlike her he has the job and the car. He has the means so he should buy his happiness more responsibly? It’s amazing to me how social status actually matters today. It’s so couth in our stick-it-to-the-man republic. With “cool” being defined as over-educated poor hipsters working for peanuts. We like to believe that status doesn’t matter, that everyone is equal. But honestly the only equal things in life seem to be hopeful at the starting gate and indiscriminant at the finish line. But in between?
I don’t think men’s rights have anything to do with getting more established. Perhaps less attacked in their establishments but more so men need to fight for their feelings. With a divine kick of irony no one is questioning a man’s equal pay, or capabilities, we question their ability to fail. We are disgusted with male moral failure because of his responsibility not because of his motives. We are angry for the victims, without question of the perpetrator’s story.
In the end Don Draper, partner of a huge advertizing company sits alone on his the stairs in his great big house, great big empty house. Miserable.
“Where O’ Israel are you lovers?”