We were horrible people and didn’t get around to blogging about Mad Men last week. So to review, last week Betty bought herself a swooning couch, Don got himself beaten up by a couple of drug toting, sex loving drifter kids, and Peggy deliberately ignored our screams through the TV and slept with Duck. Ewwwww. Eww. Ew.
This week we were completely lacking Peggy, so I am led to believe that she is still stranded in Duck’s bedroom, surrounded by turtle necks and Hermes scarves.
Pete’s story line was uber creepy, so we’re just going to get it over with. He basically raped the German Au Pair next door. But first he was kind enough to replace a dress of her employer’s which the girl had accidentally stained. He went to the designer store and asked to speak to a manager, and I immediately yelled out “JOAN!” before she even made it onto the screen. So that’s where she’s been hiding. She’ll find her way back to Sterling Cooper eventually, I’m sure – especially now that Pete knows she is there. So yes, fast forwarding creepy Pete and the Au Pair, Hells-Bells-Trudy comes come from vacationing with her parents, and things are weird for a little bit. She basically knows that he cheated on her, but neither have said anything about it. He tells her that he doesn’t want her going away without him anymore.
Over in the Draper household, Betty’s friendly pregnant-belly-touching-man-friend-with-authority gets the reservoir put on hold for her, and kisses her in her car. She is not phased, because she’s gotten what she wanted.
Connie Hilton has been sending Don all over the place visiting his hotels, and this week he’s being sent to Rome for a couple of days. Betty decides that this is a perfectly good excuse to abandon her children with Carla and head off of their European second honeymoon. Poor Carla. Doesn’t she have a family to get home to? Anyway, Rome is good to Betty – she gets her hair did up something fierce (and a little frightening), and she and Don play a game of “hey stranger” before have some fierce Don Draper affair-worthy sex. Also, Betty speaks surprisingly good Italian.
I’m torn on what my favorite part of this picture is – Betty hair, Don's GQ MotherF-iness, or the dude on the Vespa in the background.
Back at home, Sally’s temper is out of control again, and I genuinely thought she was going to kill Bobby for a second there. (Sally kissed Cut-throat’s son, and Bobby was teasing her about it). When Betty and Don get home, Betty has a chat about first kisses with her which included “You don’t kiss boys, boys kiss you” (didn’t we all agree that Sally was a little lesbian?) and then something about having a lot of first kisses, which gave of the distinct feeling that she was telling her daughter to be a slut – but at least to not be the slut making the first move.
And finally, post Rome Betty is rocking the multicolored 60’s ensembles now. Work.
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