I smoke and drink at the office, flirt with my secretary every chance I get, and my wife has dinner on the table every night when I get home from work. That is, if I get home from work. Maybe I stopped at my secret lover’s house on the way home, pretending I worked late and fell asleep at the desk. The world is full of bullet bras and men’s mags, but being divorced is considered scandalous. I smack my friends’ kids on the face when they misbehave, and no-one objects. Who Am I? I am a Mad Man. Or rather one of the Mad Men. I can’t stop watching this show, not because I’m a chauvinistic, chain-smoking, child-abusing alcoholic (although I may be one or two of those things) but because the creator of the show (primarily Matthew Weiner) has done such a brilliant job of capturing that weird sixties vibe of sexual/moral repression mixed with the new-found freedoms of the “modern life”. And done so with exceptional attention to style and detail (except for the typefaces, apparently). It’s like peeling away the simulacrum that was “Bewitched”. Instead of magic and a bumbling Darrin Stevens, we get reality and Don Draper. I think I’ll be obligated to buy the Zippo DVD/Lighter combo, but for now I’m torrenting the first few episodes.