Last night, I watched two DVD episodes of "Mad Men," a cable t.v. series about 1960 Madison Avenue advertising people. I'd heard all the interviews and hype on NPR and I must say, they got it right: my lungs hurt from just watching all the smoking and my skin crawls from the way we females were treated, and worse, the way we expected to be treated. Yeah, they nailed it. Sure added to my then-burden, big time. I was both a rebel-artist and a middle class-housewife. Neither worked out very well for me.
Wish I'd been able to keep that MG TD. I loved that little Nancy Drew roadster, even changed the spark plugs myself.