Under the shadow of the Richard Speck murders, some of the ladies on Mad Men have issues with men. Joan’s husband returns from Vietnam and is pretty much the exact same dbag he was when he left. He tells Joan to deal with his choice to return ‘Nam, and Joan in turn gives him marching orders to never come home. Peggy covers for Roger and takes his cash to work on the weekend. And then, in spite of all her liberal feelings, has some regretable feelings of racism. Megan is annoyed that Don’s slept with three quarters of midtown Manhattan. She should maybe be more than annoyed since he dreams about killing them. And Sally starts to learn that dudes can be kind of awful.
Hey ladies! It’s time for our Mystery Dates!
Which of our dates will work out? There might be some creepy dudes out and about in the world, but the world you’re in is full of them and you just don’t know it.
Oh Joannie! I need you to explain something to me. Why do you ladies in the 1960s wear lingerie to do household chores?
Is this the 1966 version of wearing leggings as pants at home? I just can’t wrap my head around it.
Especially since this is what your mom wears to do housework.
While I don’t understand your choice in around the house wear, I do appreciate your ability to accessorize.
We’re going to revisit this 1960 trend of coordinating and right now, you are doing it all right. I dig it. Although, I think I like your mom’s dress better than yours.
Your actual sexytimes negligee, while all boobs, doesn’t strike me as sexy as your cleaning and baking negligee. It’s kind of trying too hard.
Actually, trying too hard is a place Joan’s going a lot these days. It’s like Amanda was saying, as the 60s begin to wane and the ladies start to loosen up in their style, Joan is still steadfastly looking like her early 60s self.
I appreciate the accessorizing and the tailoring, but it’s starting to look as dated as her mom’s full skirted dresses. She’s going to stick out like carefully tailored and well-accessorized sore thumb when she returns to work from mat leave.
So, I know Joan’s husband is a dbag on shore leave (I fear it’s this actor will be typecast. He was similarly douchey on Gossip Girl), but can we take a minute to appreciate Joan’s choice in coffee cups and carafe?
Sorry. I know we’re a fashion blog. But I kind of lose it for vintage Pyrex.
What do you wear when you give your husband the boot? Not the sexy, boob baring nightgowns, that’s for sure. No, you wear the full coverage housecoat that matches your breakfast dishes.
Peggy’s sort of getting the transition to late ’60s career girl, buuuut not quite.
Girlfriend is having trouble with finding clothes that fit her figure even a little bit. And she’s still got that itch to match. Like her shoes to her dress.
And worse still, her purse to her shoes.
Aww, Pegs, you’ve got to tone that down a little. There’s coordinating and then there’s over the top. And no one is going to take you seriously at the office if you’re dressed like a wee copywriting leprachaun. At least you were smart enough to take advantage of Roger when he tried to take advantage of your mad copywriting skills.
The dame who we all agree is getting the late ’60s career gal right? It’s totally our favourite French Canadian (apologies to Celine Dion, but Megan is our girl).
Incroyable, kiddo. I’d totally wear that dress now. And I like that your bags don’t necessarily match your outfit. They coordinate, but they aren’t matchy matchy. Unlike one of Don’s ex-lovers who is showing her age by matching everything to the colours of the sun.
I mean, I totally dig that outfit now, but back in 1966? I’d probably think she was a wee bit square. But since this isn’t 1966, let’s admire what Andrea has on!
Love the tailored yellow dress and I love the coraly-orange accessories. And while this may seem like a less than classy picture to use to admire her accesories, I’d like to point out that it was a just a dream and she’s totally still alive to sport her fantastic heels.
Although, seriously Don? That is your fever dream? Having sex and killing a former ladyfriend? Not cool, dude. Not cool. You’ve got to check that weird brain of yours out.
And poor sunshiney Megan is bringing you juice and looking all casual in her sweater tank top, with no idea that you were looking for a dead woman under the bed.
Megan, I know you think he’s a dreamy dude (and you’re not alone. Lots of ladies and gents agree), but ma chere? Don is one Mystery Date you do not want to tap too deeply into.
The 1966 career gal I’m most likely to dress like these days is Peggy’s friend Joyce from Time.
Well, maybe not the blue slacks (I use “slacks” on purpose. I feel like they were actually slacks back then), but totally that plaid jacket. She wears a plaid blazer so much better than Ginsburg. And I dig that her necklace coordinates, but in a way that none of our gals have coordinated. I also kind of like the floral number on the dim bulb secretary. It’s totally got an Anthropologie look to it.
Other Dawn is looking a little earlier season Peggy (before the surprise pregnancy).
I know she’s quite happy being the secretary, but that’s no reason she can’t start to dress a little kickier.