Have you seen Mad Men yet?
In case you haven't heard, it's a show on AMC about advertising executives in Manhattan in 1960. But mostly it's a show about the sixties, where pregnant women smoke and drink wine in the afternoon, kids roll around in the back seats of cars with nary a car seat in sight, and a mother is more concerned about the clothes that her daughter took out of her dry cleaning bag than she is about the fact that her daughter is walking around with the plastic dry cleaning bag over her head.
The men in Mad Men spend most of the afternoon drinking cocktails in the office and when they're not secretly ogling the secretaries through one way mirrors, they're treating them like toys or having a lot hotter sex with them than they do their wives.
The office scenes and commentary about the rise of advertising in our culture are certainly interesting and having worked in television for a few years I'm not a stranger to being objectified in the workplace. (i.e. When I was eight months pregnant my boss told me that he'd gotten complaints from viewers who said it looked like I'd stopped washing my hair. I hadn't.) But it's Mad Men's domestic scenes that are really fascinating to me. Yes, the sixties infantalized women, but there's something to be said about the fact that women completely controlled what happened at home. Marco and I have often discuss the difficulties of what today is called co-parenting. We agree that sometimes it's nice for both of us to be with the kids on our own so we can make a decision about something and have that be the end of it.
I wouldn't trade the equal parenting that Marco and I share, and I prefer my daily addictions of e-mail and green tea to cigarettes and martinis, but sometimes I long for those Mad Men days. Plus, the clothes are awesome.
Here's the pilot, if you're interested.