Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Once upon a time, there was a woman who wanted to be Joan from Mad Men. In no way was she actually Joan from Mad Men. Her hair wasn't red. Her measurements didn't measure up. She did not purr. She talked. Men did not give her furs. She found them at thrift stores and then had internal debates about whether or not it was ethical to buy fur if it was second-hand (ultimately deciding yes, but feeling shaky on the decision). She never slept with a married man with the exception of the man she actually married. She could not conquer eye makeup.
What she did conquer, or at least slap around a little bit, was the pencil skirt and red sweater. These were things this woman could handle. And while she didn't make men drool the way Joan did, her dog did a good bit of drooling over her. And for this woman, that was enough.