Another thing I'd write about: I'd write about voyeurism, wanting to watch even when we know it betrays the shameful thrill we get at the thought of something horrible. We want to bear witness, hallelujah, send your journalists to the front lines in Chicago and your soldiers to Vietnam, and keep them there as long as they can continue to send ( Read more... )

Mad Men is making me miss my fandom days of geektastic episode analysis. If I were writing one of my old-style essays on this week's "Mystery Date," I'd start with wondering what it means to be a man. There's a different one behind every door, just waiting for you... and these days (in 1966), some of them might even be women. Turns out they can be ( Read more... )