“I believe you are wrong. Anyone out there old enough to know for sure?”

I was in college during the time in question, but did flirt with majoring in advertising, since that was the only way a slightly creative, artistic person could succeed in those days–or so I thought.

“Stoned” was occasionally used as a synonym for drunk, but mainly among the unhip and non-drugwise, so it probably fits here.

My wife and I caught two other possible anachronisms: (1) to hit on, i.e., to make a sexual pass at; and (2)reference to a “play group”. I don’t recall play being so organized by parents then, but I went to a public school in the midwest, so what do I know?

Thanks for the insight, Yoda.

*“Stoned on martinis” doesn’t seem like whitebread 1960 executive dialogue to me, perhaps I’m wrong.*

I believe you are wrong. Anyone out there old enough to know for sure?

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I enjoyed both episodes. Doesn’t quite strike me as true-to-life, more as satire disguised as true-to-life. But then, I thought that of the Sopranos, too.

What I like best is: (i) the overdue de-mythologizing of the “Greatest Generation” and (ii) the even more overdue de-mythologizing of US society in the late 50s-early 60s. Conservatives, in particular, are guilty of suggesting people were so much better then. That always struck me as wrong: folks don’t change that much, and someone was responsible for raising all those Boomer brats.

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Gold, Jerry, gold!

And BG nailed it too–except I think the problem isn’t just that the writers don’t write women the way women think, speak, react, they don’t write men that way either.

No way is he being portrayed accurately. No way! I’ve worked with millions - millions! of copywriters and none have ever been that smooth.

In your dreams, fellas!

I need to put him into context in my mind.

What’s his story?!

You might have one or two slick guys, but I imagine most weren’t so slick.

But, again, I saw little of the show.

Of course life still sucks now but in different ways.

and now I know why my Dad was a Gillette man. When he died he had 6 or 8 large cans of Right Guard in the linen closet. He always an early adopter.

They can’t afford location shots. They’re cigarette budget is too huge!

You know the guy who took the secretary on a tour and then kissed her later in the office?

What is he? A copywriter?

I agree with M.A. that it’s not charming at all. It makes me uncomfortable. Makes me kind of feel like I might have killed my husband in his sleep if I at that age and in that position back then.

Single malt tonight, a few rocks only cause its hot.

But this is just too deliberate for me. All the stuff that is background, all the stuff we know was true of those days–the racism, the sexism, the times they are a-changin’ stuff, becomes facile foreground. I know detail is what helps keep writing real, but this kind of piling on of tangential detail just seems gratuitous.

Nothing that a white gold small faced watch won’t cure though!