I’m inclined to opt for the latter assessment. Wendy, however, is of a more cynical view and doesn’t grant Don the ability to have changed sufficiently to keep his fly zipped when temptation presents itself.
The series-closing scene of the most recent incarnation of Mad Men showed Don sitting solo in a bar, nursing his drink and (of course) smoking. He is approached by a young attractive female who makes contact. He sizes her up and down in his ‘Don’ manner. Neither he nor she knows that she is a friend of his wife’s.
And that was how it ended. Of course we shall have to wait about 20 thousand weeks before the next series is trotted out just to see what transpires, but Wendy and I immediately went to that aforementioned conversation.
It seems that I, as a male, cut Don more slack and lean towards believing in his newfound integrity and his seeming love for new wife. I mean to say that Betty, his former wife, was kind of a demanding and cold cow so I made infinite excuses for old Don.
This time around, however, he should have no excuses. For example, he could easily bond carnally with the unbelievably built and beautiful-visaged, Joan, but he hasn’t done so. He’s not Roger. And in not being Roger, that speaks volumes of positive things.
He did things in the past that weren’t praiseworthy and for which he should have been ashamed. But, the point is, he was.
So, I have decided that when the new season begins, Don will politely and even charmingly turn the bar babe down. He won’t make the ‘mistake’ that will cost him all he has gained. Some of us have made such mistakes (I understand) and some of us have learned the penalties are mighty dire (I understand).
Regardless of what happens, however, Sunday evening just wasn’t the same without Mad Men.