When Mad Men started in 2007, the scripted television Renaissance was in its infancy. Mad Men helped usher it in. Without Mad Men, there'd be no Breaking Bad. Without Mad Men, AMC would still be airing the shittiest films from the 50s that it could license.
So, as Mad Men devotees, we all watched last night's premiere episode of the show's final season—because even though AMC and Matt Weiner have decided to drag out the slowwwwww demise of already kinda slowwwwwww show, we're all still pumped that it's back for the final handful of episodes. Right? Right.
Why are we still so into this show? Back when Mad Men first started, everyone was INTO the 60's lifestyle. LET'S ALL WEAR POCKET SQUARES AND GET SHITFACED AT LUNCH, we said. I WANNA BE JUST LIKE DON DRAPER—HE'S A BAD ASS, we declared. But as the Don Draper character evolved (or, devolved), the drinking and the partying looked less entertaining and more sad. Fucking the neighbor lady in the laundry room looked less like a fun romp and more like pitiable compulsion, especially when we see it through Sally's eyes. When Ginsberg cut off his nipple, he also cut off our good times. OKAY, WHERE ARE WE GOINGGGGG WITH THIS??, we all wondered. But even though we all know that Draper now looks less dashing and more desperate, we're still hanging on—for the glory days of the 1960s, yes, but also the glory days of Mad Men. We all want the simplicity of being old-fashioned, even if we can't have it anymore.
Hang this Call Me Old Fashioned Framed Print ($72, Katie Kime) as a tribute to Draper, and his favorite cocktail. He's only got a few of them left.