Mad Men - Season 6, Episode one and two review

I don't mind if none of you read this because this is bit of a toughie.  Some of you haven't seen the show at all, or it's still waiting on your DVR and some of you have already seen this episode. 
But I got a few things to ramble on about. 
( Minor spoiler alert though not much really happened.)

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Now who decided that season six was the penultimate season of Mad Men? 

I refuse to hear of it - *holding hands over ears* - blah blah blah.

As much as I hate 70's fashion, I will endure the Man Men cast in bell bottoms as long as this show goes on forever.  
I was so excited about the date of the show premier a few months ago which I wrote about in this post.

Most of us have experienced bad jet lag - I think I mentioned recently that I went through something more than jet lag.

Well for me, the first episode was like that. We have been waiting and wanting to go there - we wished to be transported back to the 60's in New York city drinking an old fashioned with Don Draper.  But I was watching and it was like tele-visual jet lag.  
It all seemed foreign and we were just not in sync.  

Beautiful face but misery guts
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It's like planning a holiday to the Maldives, excited for months, flying twelve hours and once you finally get to your hotel room, you are so tired but you can't fall asleep.  
You're in an unexpected funk.

Like Don is.  
Yep, he was in one of his funks again.  
I swear I would have dumped his moody ass ages ago
 if he wasn't so damn fine.

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Snap out of it - get Roger out of the reclining chair cuz Don needs it.  Don is still in a parallel universe talking to strays in a bar and being a witness at a beachside wedding.  He still can't sleep and talks to strangers like the inscription on that lighter.

Never has a more timely and prophetic statement been made by Don. 

 "Did I miss anything?"  

At a funeral? 

Oh Don.

Best line of the episode?

"This is my funeral. Party's over - everyone out!"  

Oh Roger.

Roger Sterling with his quirks and kinks talking to the shrink.  
He is incorrigible - he is even flirting with his therapist.  
I suppose most of us are analyzing the scene where he cries over the box of the dead shoe shine guy and not over his mother.  
That isn't such a minefield as some might think.  
I presume most of us do this in one way or another.  

Some things are so overwhelming that if we analyzed 
too deeply we might burst.  I will confess I have not yet cried 
about the Darfur crisis yet I am still upset about 
my local Lebanese deli closing down because 
where do I get my unfiltered olive oil now?  

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Oh Roger.  
You really have become such a star in your own right.  

I didn't think Don would ever have competition but you now have your own orbit of fans and the memory of you peeing on 
Carrie faded two seasons ago.

Don's wife, Megan, is looking really pretty.  

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But what is odd is that even after she becomes famous on the show - she still doesn't fix her teeth.  Her natural makeup is so flattering and makes her looks revived and reflecting her own renaissance as a successful actress.

Enter Joan.  Sweet Joanie is doing her photo shoot on the stairs. 

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 I don't do girl crushes. 

I am not one of those trendy omnisexual beings.  
I am very hetero.  

Don't mind if you aren't; some of my best friends...  

Monica Belluci may be one of the most beautiful women in the world but I would rather have sex with Danny De Vito - no contest. And yet all I can do is scream at Mr CSW,  "Aahhh, oh my gosh, look at her boobs! Look at them!!"  

To which he listens to me for a change.

What is with the new creative team at the agency?

Took a picture of my telly.

They look like the sixties version of 30 Rock. 

 There is even a token older, chubbier Tina Fey look alike who is unmarried with no children in the fray!

My telly.

Not feeling Peggy yet.  

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She's now properly morphing into Don: professionally talented, relationship with the wrong person, ignores huge details of her life.  

Just like his old life is haunting him, it looks as if the lack of introspection and the memories might soon taunt her.

Misplaced energy is what the episode seems to be about.  

Betty is finally being a caregiver but to someone other than her daughter.  I like Betty looking like the queen with her silk headscarf.  Her new hair color was, as her vapid second husband said, very reminiscent of Elizabeth Taylor. (pre-rehab, post Richard Burton.)

But I was so disturbed by the pillow talk about the young girl next door.  I hope the hair dye burns some sense back into her skull.

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I knew I was a real estate and home decor obsessed nut because when Betty was in that squat downtown teaching those boys how to make goulash, all I could think of was the lucky bastard who bought that house as a fixer-upper and that it would cost a fortune by now...

I will see how this goes - even if no one reads it, it may be cathartic for me to simply write it all out anyway!