I’m sorry Don, I really am…
The film-watching challenge seems to have been buggered up slightly already by my near-obsessive watching of Mad Men. Hooked me from the start, with a top class opening episode that not only saw the show hit the ground running, but introduced all the main players perfectly. From weasel-faced prick Campbell to the sweet and anxious Betty, you gain the right insight into the characters within the first forty minutes.
There is however, one thing I don’t get.
The sexual allure of Don Draper.
Yes, he is a great character, and the amount of back story will no doubt lead to countless opportunities well past the second season I’m currently in the middle of. My problem isn’t really with Don. It’s the endless stream of women throwing themselves at him. They can’t not ‘have a go’ at him. You can see it in their eyes. It’s as if he washes himself in the results of an expensive pheromone experiment. Within minutes, any woman caught in his gaze is ready to drop her drawers and throw all caution to the wind – “Do me, Draper, do me NOW”. I just don’t get it.
He doesn’t really exude charm, does he? Just kicks about looking dour-faced. When presented with Don and his silver-fox* charmer of a boss, Roger Sterling, women ignore the flow of charm and compliments to instead swoon over a miserable bastard. Rendered helpless by a guy who looks like he came second in a Robert Deniro look-alike contest. Sorry Mr Hamm, but you do. It’s all in the chin…and that bloody frown. I look at Don Draper and all I see is “Godfather Part II”. I should go for that, shouldn’t I? Maybe it’s still too early for me to make an informed decision.
Yes, he’s not an unattractive man, but surely in a real life situation for any attractive man there must be encounters with women that don’t result in them becoming quivering wrecks? Ah, who am I to complain? Mad Men isn’t real life, and maybe the women of sixties Manhattan did instantly throw themselves at any troubled man with a chiselled jaw line and worried forehead they came across.
99% of the ladies seem desperate for the dick of Don, who am I to stand in their way?
I’ll be under the desk giving Sterling a quick hand-shandy.
*For the record, John Slattery hates the term silver fox. Man, he has no idea how sexual it sounds, does he?