We got the first season of Mad Men on Netflix.
I have always been fascinated with the 50's/early 60's. The music, the apparel, the style. I love Sandra Dee (Gidget anyone?) and Dorris Day and Rock Hudson and Frank Sinatra.
But man, oh man, this show is raising my feminist hackles. Intellectually, I see how they have compounded all of the generalizations of the time onto the characters...but, that doesn't mean it's any less irritating. Especially the racism and sexism.
It's funny, this show helped me understand my mother just a little bit better. A lot of the choices I have made were perceived by her as an affront. Not just to how she tried to raise me, but to women as a whole. I don't apologize for my choices, because they are mine to make. But I can say, I understand her disappointment a bit better.
Now, I am going to thank my mother for raising me with a powerful sense
of self, and for teaching me to speak my mind. Regardless of who she expected me to be, and who I turned out to be, I value the confidence (to let no one bring me down) and frankness she fostered in me.
Thank you mom.
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