We finally meet Megan’s dashing French-Canadian parents, who crash at The Best Apartment Ever to attend the American Cancer Society ball where Don is slated to win an award. Sally and Bobby crash too, because Mama Francis has broken her ankle and is off babysitting duties. Sally asks to come to the ceremony, which is the beginning of Don’s imminent “My Daughter Is Growing Up” discovery. And grow up she does. At the soiree, Sally sees Megan’s mother doing something untoward to Roger’s lower half, and is appropriately shocked. Megan runs around handle her parents squables and also saves the Heinz account like MFing pro. She’s scared Peggy will be bitter, but Peggy’s got bigger fish to fry: she thinks Abe is about to break up with her. Abe disappoints/surprises Peggy by asking them to move in together. Meanwhile, Sally has been secretly calling Glen Bishop (y’all remember from past seasons? chubby kid that hit on January Jones a lot?) like she’s already a teenager or something, and at the end of the episode when he asks how the city is, she replies — recalling the things she’s seen and overheard lately — “Dirty.” Sally Draper, ladies and gentlemen.  

 

So, Peggy’s boyfriend Abe. Yes he’s rebellious and intelligent and an “underground journalist from Chicago” or whatever, but he’s starting to bore me. This is the only jacket he owns. That is one of two shirts he owns. It’s getting old, Abe.

 

Also boring? Glen Bishop. Yes, his voice is deeper and he’s at boarding school or whatever, but he’s also borig. Also, he’s bad news for Sally and always has been. If Mad Men lasts for several more seasons, I predict a teen pregnancy storyline.

 

Rounding out our Trio de Bore is one Mrs. Cynthia Cosgrove. Her voice is annoying and…is she wearing a coat to dinner? I do not understand the buttons. They confuse me. Perhaps if I had a Manhattan in front of me, this outfit would make sense.

 

Now, my new favorite weirdo Ginsberg is not necessarily boring (yet). He is eclectic. But he’s also potentially actually crazy, so let him wear what he wants for now. I like the greens and mixed patterns. He looks like a 60’s Blaine (from Glee). Sans bowtie, of course. And sans gorgeous voice.

 

Peggy Olson is hit or miss as usual. She’s my girl, don’t get me wrong; but is pretty consistently on the “HUH?” end of the spectrum. Every now and then she hits the right note, though this is definitely not one of those times. A stiff short sleeved button down under a noisy wrap dress? This isn’t even color coordinated.

Peggy: “I should go home and change, huh?”
Joan: “Or better yet. Go shopping.”
Peggy: “…yeah.”

Thank you, Joan, for saying what we were all thinking.

 

Then there’s this. The shape of the hat and the coat are period-accurate, obviously, but boring, bland, and not flattering for our Peggy.

 

 

This is a little better. The shape of the dress is nice and although it’s black (or navy?) she has a sweet little swing panel on the side that’s a flashy red. Kind of a cute way to flare it up at the office. Doing better, Peggy. I like this.

 

And this blue and green one I feel like we just saw last week… it may have been earlier in the season but this is definitely a repeat. It’s not PEGGY. It’s like she borrowed it from someone else and never gave it back. The colors aren’t super flattering and her makeup is again atrocious.

 

But luckily we are reminded in this episode where exactly poor Peggy got her fashion sense: her mother. Mama Olson is really really… uhm. Well.

 

Megan, our new favorite fashion icon, tones it down a bit at the office sometimes, and that’s okay. This color is a little bland for her, but she makes it work and looks pretty regardless. She knows when to punch it up and when to chill it out.

 

Let’s hope that Megan can become a positive influence on young Sally, who is used to the formal, traditional female-child wear of the period.

 

And good old Stan with his tight shirts is pretty standard this week.

It’s amazing how he can make the office look like a frat house just with his clothing and posture.