Went home for a quick visit to DC to celebrate my Grandma’s 95th birthday party. She is the wild one in the family and I seem to share more traits with her than most-but sadly she has lost a bit of a grip on reality. Thankfully though, not her sense of humor. When asked how old she was–she proudly responded “12” and spit her tongue out at me when I tried to take away her Bourbon and soda.
To keep myself occupied, I brought along Season 1 and Season 2 of Mad Men which I had never seen. I quickly became a fan of the show and my love for Don Draper aka Jon Hamm came on strong and sudden, like a gust of wind on a boardwalk. But it turned out I was attracted to more than one actor on this show. Yes you guessed it. January. January Jones. I like just saying her name outloud. Maybe because I was born in January but I think that January is an amazing name that isn’t pretentious like Apple or Jermagesty but rather super cool and sophisticated. I like her hair and how it curls up at the end. I like the color of her coral lipstick and her pale pink nails. But mostly I like how calm and collected she is as a housewife and mother. She is clean, tidy and cooks a meal every night for Don in her best dress. In comparison, I am messy and lazy and sometimes heat up Trader Joe’s Ragu for my man wearing his track pants and a sweatshirt that reads “I danced my pants off at Molly’s Bat Mitzvah–1995.”
On the flight home, I decided to try and take on a little more Betty Draper and little less Roseanne Barr. When my beau came home, my hair was straightened and my make up done. When he asked me questions, I responded quietly and coyly. I sat up straight and waited for him to decide where we were going to go eat. I agreed to everything he asked for and I got up in a flash to get him some Tylenol and ice water because his head was slightly hurting.
His response to this new Tory? “Why are you acting so creepy? I feel like you are staring at me and waiting to kill me.”
Mission: Not Accomplished. Actually it was more like Mission: Failed Miserably. But thank the Lord. Turns out, door mats aren’t so sexy. My man enjoys a head strong, stubborn, loud mouthed comedienne and I am so thankful he does. Although, he did say he liked the way Betty Draper picked up after herself. Mission: Ongoing…
What is a comedienne?
a female comedian.
This was so PG. I think once you get through a few more seasons of Mad Men, acting like Betty Draper would mean something totally different. And your boyfriend probably would be disappointed.
I totally agree. The whole idea was that it was a terrible idea to be someone I’m not, especially one that pushes the women’s lib movement back 50 years. haha But I still like her coral lipstick.