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About Mike Hillman

Mike Hillman is the founder, editor, and webmaster of Curiata.com. He was the editor of his high school and college newspapers. Mike lives in Harrisburg, Pa., with his incomparable wife, Carrie, and their dog, Beaker.

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On conservatism, Trump, and why I’m voting for Hillary

Politics is a passion of mine. I’ve always been interested in world events and the players who shape them. I don’t see politics as a sport or an interest or a hobby. This statement may anger some people I care very much about, but I must say it: politics isn’t something that one can have the luxury of “not being interested in.” Politics shapes our society: it sets the terms of our freedoms, our opportunities, our successes.

I earned a degree in political science and I have worked in a political environment for nearly a decade. I study politics every day — something far above and beyond the level of engagement I think every citizen should have. So maybe I talk a bit too much about politics for your tastes. That’s OK, and I’m sorry for being overbearing.

But I do think there are some critically important things we do need to talk about during this presidential election cycle.

I am a Democrat, a progressive, a liberal. I am strong in my convictions and I can lay out arguments as to why I stand for the positions I support. Nonetheless, I am always open to new information and different perspectives, meaning I have not always held the same opinions and won’t always hold the ones I hold now. But I am constantly in search of what is right for me, and in that search, I have always — since 1988, at age 4 — found my home in the Democratic Party. My loyalty, though, is not to the party, which may change, but to the ideals currently underlying it.

I have known many Republicans and even been friends with a few. Despite our differences, I have always been able to find common ground with everyone I’ve ever engaged in an extended conversation about politics. I truly believe that if we sit down and listen to one another, we can continue to have a beautiful, vibrant, incredible United States of America. After all, that has been our map to success thus far.

But there is a stark divide in this country. It is a divide that has always existed but only sometimes rises to the surface like it has now. It’s a divide that is not attributable to politics or government or banks or the establishment. It is a divide that is genetically coded into human beings:

We are divided by an instinctive drive to hold the levers of power for ourselves and for those we identify as a part of our tribe.

This drive to horde power is something those with the power can ignore when they are unchallenged. But every few decades, societal changes compel those with power to reckon with the prospect of sharing that power with a new group. It happened in 1776 when colonists rebelled against the king, in 1828 when the common man rebelled against old-money politicians, in 1860 when the enslavement of man was no longer sustainable, in the early 1900s as Roosevelt challenged the monopolies of business, in 1932 as the other Roosevelt secured a New Deal for the impoverished, and in the 1960s as we began to confront our festering racial disparities.

In 2008, the United States of America elected a black man to be president. The country convulsed with pride and patted itself on the back about how it had finally put racism firmly in the past. But over the subsequent seven-plus years of the Obama administration, as the demographics of the country have continued to change and as those who have been without power for centuries see a beacon of hope that they too may one day rise up, the power structure has been challenged again.

The old guard feels the threat, and the wheels of resistance have churned into motion. Government has ground to a halt. And a very bad man is channeling the fears and anxieties and disappointments of a portion of the nation that has never had to worry about these issues before into a toxic and dangerous presidential campaign.

I do not blame my Republican friends for this state of affairs even though it is the Republican Party that is preparing to nominate this very bad man for president. Like many of my Democratic and independent friends, most Republicans just do not prioritize their time to critically analyze what their political allies and heroes truly stand for; they have other things going on in their lives, like day-to-day struggles to feed and clothe their children or the demands of an 80-hour-a-week job. Unfortunately, that ignorance — and I mean a lack of extensive, specific knowledge, not an implication of stupidity or laziness — is easy to exploit so that those with power can keep the power.

There’s no delicate way to say this, but I think it is a self-evident truth: those who have held power in the United States of America since its founding have been straight, white, male Christians. Let me be clear: straight, white, male Christians are not bad people (hell, I am three of those four things myself). But they’re also not better people; they’re not people who are more deserving of power than any other group of people. And their behavior and their instinct to maintain that power is not a product of their sexuality or their race or gender or religion, but of their human nature. That is to say: if any other group of people had founded this nation, that group would behave exactly the same way; for evidence, look at the Middle East, East Asia, Africa, or anywhere else on the globe.

If there is some higher calling for humanity, it must be to overcome at least some of our animal instincts in order to create a less violent world. We can codify those efforts through morals or religions or constitutions, refer to them as God’s calling or as humanist rationality. The terminology and the structures don’t particularly matter, but I believe a vast majority of humans agree with me that less violence — not just physical violence, but mental cruelty, emotional warfare, and every other manifestation of unkindness — is a common goal that we can agree on.

Unfortunately, the temptations of power can blind us from seeing when we are working against that goal. As I said earlier, I have been thinking about these things on-and-off-but-mostly-on for nearly 30 years. And I have recognized some very ugly truths about the political spectrum.

To be a conservative is to believe that the current power structure in society does not need to change. This is not an opinion, but an actual definition of the term. A conservative believes that the status quo serves society best. Therefore, it makes sense that conservatism attracts those who already hold power.

Conservatism also attracts those who don’t appear to hold power, in the sense of occupying high government posts or having millions of dollars, but who benefit by being a part of the tribe of people who do. These people — the hard-working, blue-collar, good people who populate small towns across White America — fear that the power and security they do have, no matter how little, will be taken away by some other group.

This is where the concept of “white privilege” enters the conversation, and that is far too expansive a topic to dive into here. Suffice it to say: poor white people (again, I have been in that group) face very real challenges and struggles in their lives, but their race is not one of them. And because we share the same skin color as those who have held power, we are welcomed into the tribe. The arguments of conservative politicians include us in their vision, even as conservative policies continue to subjugate the poor to the power of the old guard.

When a power shift, real or perceived, reaches a certain tipping point — say, with the election of a black president — maintaining the status quo no longer serves the interests of those who have until now held the levers of power. In this climate, those who used to be drawn to conservatism feel that ideology was ineffective at protecting them. Consequently, they turn to conservatism’s cousin on the extreme right wing: reactionary politics.

Reactionary politics is a type of populism. Populism is an appeal to the broadest swath of people possible: a political approach to complex problems that offers simple, and therefore incorrect, solutions. Populism takes several forms, but one form is the exclusionary populism of reactionary politics.

Reactionary politics thrives on identifying an enemy that can be blamed for our problems. Because our most basic human instincts tell us to trust those who look like us and distrust those who don’t, reactionary politics almost always places the blame for our problems on those others. That simple answer is very comforting and appealing to those who feel down and out. And suddenly, our agreement to seek a kinder, less violent world is clouded by the promise of regaining that power we once seemed to have.

The man leading the field for the Republican nomination for president in 2016 is practicing reactionary politics. Even in times when reactionary politics are not in vogue, this region of the political spectrum always has inhabitants. These include the anti-immigration advocates, the Christian Dominionists, the white nationalists, and the outright racist white supremacists.

Even if Donald Trump himself is not a white supremacist, his rhetoric and policy proposals match the reactionary dreams of the racists and the bigots, so this is naturally his base of support. Despite being on the right wing, reactionaries like Mr. Trump do not need the same ideological purity as traditional conservatives to be accepted by the voters. They just need to assure the public that they will turn back the clock on all the “bad” things that have happened in the past few years. And in times of change such as this, the reactionary base of support expands by attracting the angry and the hurting — people who do not identify as racist — good people who are taken in by a false promise that if we just strip the power back from those other people, everything will be fine again.

The Republican Party has never been comprised of a majority of racists. But it has been the party of conservatives — status quo protectors — whose natural allies are the reactionaries. The politicians in the Republican Party have known this fact and they have long supported power-structure-protecting policies couched in friendly, appealing language (tax cuts that disproportionately benefit the wealthy, “smaller government” that creates homogeneous governmental units where it is easier to keep a grip on power) while at the same time holding onto the support of the reactionaries with coded language and dog whistles (“taking the country back” and “protecting our values”).

(Please don’t interpret this to mean that I believe my Republican and conservative friends identify that way because they want to protect a pro-white-male status quo; I know that they believe in tax cuts and smaller government and other conservative policy positions because of a belief that they are the best tools for a just society, just as sincerely as my friends on the left believe in their principles.)

Now, the polish is off, and the reactionaries see no need for coded language. Now, Mexicans are rapists, Muslims should be deported, and Christians are under constant, premeditated attack. Reactionary politics is appealing to our basest instincts: to blame the new, rising classes for our problems when the real culprit has been the structure that made us feel empowered while we were really being exploited by those in control.

A lot of ink, pixels, and breath have been expended in comparing Mr. Trump to such infamous figures as Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini. Such comparisons have been deployed far too frequently in our political discourse over the past decades — so frequently that we are now in a boy-who-cried-wolf conundrum. In the case of Mr. Trump, there really is evidence that a wolf lurks in the forest. It is simply an historical fact that the fascist dictators of Europe rode a wave of reactionary politics to power. The threat is real.

To be a progressive, on the other hand, is to advocate an inclusive power structure. It is the reason the Democratic Party of the 1960s onward has been an alliance of women, people of color, those of faiths or nonfaiths that emphasize inclusion, the non-cisgendered and non-heterosexual, and other historically excluded groups.

It’s certainly true that some in the Democratic Party simply want access to power so they can deny it to others. That’s one of the reasons why my loyalty does not lie with the party, but with the ideals. Progressivism as an ideology rejects the notion that expanding who has access to power is a zero-sum game that results in less power for those who used to be in charge. Alternatively, progressives can acknowledge the zero-sum nature of power but choose to reject the idea that one group or another should have exclusive access to that power. Maybe spreading our power around does dilute the power for ourselves or does make our success more difficult, but damn it, that’s the right thing to do for humanity.

So the thesis here is that I am asking you to reject the conservatives and reactionaries who would protect the old, exclusive power structure. But isn’t Hillary Clinton a part of that power structure? Isn’t Bernie Sanders the only candidate in the race who is challenging the status quo while rejecting reactionary politics? It’s a tempting thought, but it just isn’t so.

It is certainly true that Mrs. Clinton has had power for decades: as First Lady of Arkansas, First Lady of the United States, U.S. Senator, and Secretary of State. But holding power is not the same as denying power to others. Throughout Mrs. Clinton’s public service, she has supported policies that expand opportunities to women, to people of color, to people with different genders and different sexual orientations and different abilities.

And, importantly to me as a student of politics, Mrs. Clinton has fought those battles smartly, with a long-term strategy to expand opportunity to more people.

Of course, it is true that a long-term strategy is ugly when looked at over the short-term. In retrospect, the Clintons’ support for aspects of welfare reform, a disparate criminal justice system, and other Third Way policies don’t fit the mold of progressivism. But those compromises were elements of political relationships that allowed for the expansion of the Children’s Health Insurance Program and the earned income tax credit for low-income Americans. I acknowledge the tragic reality that a smart compromise for a comfortable politician can still be a life sentence for a troubled teenager. But in a diverse, free society in which half the elected Congress supports even harsher, race-based punishment, you are sometimes lucky to be offered half a loaf.

It is also true that Mrs. Clinton has changed positions over time. The cynic finds an easy way out when he claims that someone changes her mind because she gets a campaign contribution. And sometimes the cynic would be right. But I urge you to rise above cynicism and do a deeper, impartial examination of the entirety of a person’s career and ideology before diagnosing a disease.

Consider that another trade-off of being a successful politician who is able to fight for change is the ability to get elected. And for the entirety of Mrs. Clinton’s career, getting elected has required a lot of money — amounts of money that are only obtainable from large corporations. That paradigm may be changing now, as the success of Sen. Sanders’s grassroots fundraising shows, but it’s not how it has worked for 30 years — and I must remind you, it hasn’t worked yet in a presidential campaign. It’s a terrible system, but let’s indict the system, not the candidate who has no other way to succeed.

I do not believe Mrs. Clinton has changed policy positions due to campaign contributions or because she has no moral compass. In fact, I do not know anyone who was born with all the right opinions. And I don’t know any better sign of a mind that is closed to facts and self-examination than a person who clings to outdated perspectives. So when I look at the pattern of Mrs. Clinton’s policy shifts through her 30-year public life, I see a woman who has always shifted to the more progressive position. She is evolving with the nation, with me — with you.

“But Bernie has always held these progressive ideals!” In many instances, yes. In some others, no. And in terms of translating those ideals into policy changes … I’m still waiting. I am hesitant to use the names in the same sentence because their intentions are so diametrically opposed, but Mr. Sanders, like Mr. Trump, is a populist. His brand of populism is inclusionary instead of exclusionary, but it is still offering simple solutions to complex problems.

Sen. Sanders is a good, honorable man, and a reliable progressive. If you choose to support him, I respect that decision. But, as I urged with Mrs. Clinton, please survey the entirety of Sen. Sanders’s public life, including his ability to effect tangible change.

Polls today that show Sen. Sanders beating Mr. Trump by larger margins than Mrs. Clinton are simply fantasy, as Mrs. Clinton has had her numbers suppressed by national-level GOP attacks for 24 years, whereas Sen. Sanders hasn’t even seen the start of it. Consider the political reality he will face when the Republican Party unloads its full arsenal on a man who most people believe is a socialist, whether the label is accurate or not, in a country where Gallup found that 50 percent of people would never vote for a socialist.

Mrs. Clinton is not an ideal candidate. She has made too many poor decisions that have left her exposed to questions about her trustworthiness, even if those questions are almost always a part of a long-term, coordinated political sabotage. But I have not yet developed the ability to conjure from thin air the perfect candidate, so I’m left evaluating the choices I do have. If you are a dedicated progressive, I may be asking you to take half a loaf by voting for Mrs. Clinton. But politics is people, and if you want purity, you’re going to have to change human nature.

My appeal is this: understand what conservatives, reactionaries, and progressives stand for. Then calmly, coolly consider the consequences of a reactionary being elected President of the United States in 2016, and determine the best strategic choice for preventing that outcome.

I hope this long-winded screed hasn’t been too insufferable. Many people are built out of genetic material that makes it easier to set all these issues aside than to fret over them. But for whatever reason, I cannot. I have a biological need to spew this out into the world, imperfect as it is, for my own selfish reasons. To write this feels cathartic for me. I think it’s because the United States of America is my home. And I can’t deny that I am indeed only a human being, and that means I have an instinct to protect my home.

So please reject reactionary politics. Mr. Trump the Person is only fighting for the interests of one person: Mr. Trump. Mr. Trump the Candidate is using reactionary politics — an appeal to white power — to secure those interests. We must save this nation. This is not a drill.

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Take peek at gentleman’s shelf of grooming products

The Modern Urban Gentleman is subjected to a fair amount of ridicule for the number of grooming products in his bathroom. Many overnight vacations include the observation that he has packed more soaps and lotions than his naturally beautiful wife. Nonetheless, the care of a gentleman’s skin and hygiene is of utmost importance.

Choosing grooming products is a highly personal decision, but a few ground rules and a bit of advice can lead the aspiring gentleman down the path of good choices. No man will be able to explore all there is to sample in these areas of men’s care, so use this peek at the Modern Urban Gentleman’s shelf to serve as a launching pad for your own exploration. Share your experiences and recommendations in the comments below.

 

Shampoo/Conditioner

There are countless theories about how frequently to wash one’s hair, which products to use and which to avoid, and what is an acceptable price to pay for shampoo and conditioner. The Modern Urban Gentleman goes simple with these items, using a combined shampoo/conditioner from Dove. Different men have different needs, in terms of volume control and moisture content, so your mileage may vary.

Recommended product(s): Dove Men+Care Fresh Clean Fortifying 2-in-1 ($4)

Body wash

The cleansing of the body, an ancient and sometimes spiritual ritual, is fertile ground for a boxers-or-briefs level debate between advocates of body wash and proponents of bar soap. This gentleman was raised on bar soap and was loath to loosen his grip on his Zest, but making the switch to a body gel had no psychological aftereffects. It seems the pendulum has swung in recent years in favor of body wash among most cultured men. As with hair, different physiologies require different qualities in a cleanser. In the case of the Modern Urban Gentleman, dry skin is a frequent problem, so moisture is paramount.

Dove Men+Care Fresh Awake body and face wash with Micromoisture ($5)

Face wash

While the Fresh Awake body wash recommended above can also serve as a face wash, the face is worthy of special treatment to combat acne, blackheads, and other unpleasantness. The dividing line in face washes is the inclusion of microbeads. The tiny, abrasive balls give a feeling of extra cleanliness, but are they truly cleaning better than a simple wash? If the gentleman has not had the microbead experience, try Every Man Jack, a favorite throughout the men’s health scene.

Every Man Jack face scrub in signature mint ($6), Nivea Men original moisturizing face wash ($5), Neutrogena Men invigorating face wash ($6)

Shaving products

When a gentleman takes a blade to his face, he had best invest in top quality tools — and that may include some he never even knew existed. The Modern Urban Gentleman officially endorses The Art of Shaving full size kit ($210), which will provide three key friction-reducing and -reparative solutions, plus a pure badger hair brush (a $180 value by itself). If the reader cobbles together his own set of shaving products, be advised: avoid aftershave with alcohol; it will sap your skin of any and all moisture and further irritate, instead of soothe, your face.

The Art of Shaving pre-shave oil ($25), The Art of Shaving shaving cream ($25), The Art of Shaving after-shave balm ($40)

Deodorant

Deodorant is a necessity, but antiperspirant can be a liability. The aluminum compound found in most every antiperspirant on the market interacts with the oils of a man’s body to stain the underarm of his clothes. (Check your “white” undershirts for evidence.) The Modern Urban Gentleman has found the best antiperspirants to be general physical fitness and a seasonally appropriate wardrobe, while the best deodorant comes down to pure personal preference.

Old Spice fresh collection, Fiji ($4)

Moisturizing face lotion

Gentlemen, aftershave is not enough. Shave, get dressed, then return to the bathroom to apply a moisturizing face lotion. After all, the aftershave did nothing to help your dry forehead, and the tender skin of the neck can use some H2O reinforcement. Face lotion is also a perfect delivery system for daily sunscreen protection without the slimy hands or boardwalk smells.

Neutrogena Men triple protect face lotion with sunscreen SPF 20 ($7), Nivea Men original protective lotion broad spectrum SPF 15 sunscreen ($6)

Hair styling product

Upon the advice of Ms. Brittany, his official hair stylist, the Modern Urban Gentleman uses a texturizer to mold his daily coiffure. Seek the input of your own stylist, whom you surely acquired after our previous hair care discussion.

Mitch by Paul Mitchell Reformer strong hold/matte finish texturizer ($20)

Cologne

Gentlemen, did you know your girlfriend’s favorite girly lotion store also sells men’s products? Bath & Body Works dedicates one of its shelves to the skin care of the less fair sex, including offering the wares of the oldest apothecary in the United States, Greenwich Village’s C. O. Bigelow. No more hiding in the Verizon store next door while she hunts down the Sweet Pea body lotion. The Barber cologne in elixir black is a fine aroma, though its spray mechanism requires special measures to avoid over-scenting. The 2.5 ounces will last months.

This gentleman has never gone in for high-priced designer colognes but scored a free sample of Versace Eros. The scent is tantalizing and has lived up to the potentiality of its name. Your wife can purchase it, along with your Art of Shaving kit, at Ulta.

Versace Eros (1.7 oz for $62), C. O. Bigelow Barber cologne, elixir black (2.5 oz for $20)

 

That list may look daunting, but once the gentleman has made all the proper purchases and set the routine, the hygiene and maintenance become a relaxing custom. Not only will you feel better about yourself, knowing your skin is clear and moist and your scent is alluring to all, but others will appreciate your efforts as well.

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‘Rights of man’ and other false excuses for misogyny

For readers who may not regularly follow Curiata.com or The Modern Urban Gentleman: The following post is an entry in a weekly men’s lifestyle column. As such, it is written from a male perspective with a male audience in mind. For a female point of view on issues of gender, sexuality, and culture at large, check out the work of my talented and loving wife in her weekly column, A Feminist Sensibility.

Last week’s killings in Isla Vista, California, have become a watershed moment for me. I have had my own preconceptions and past behaviors projected through a new, uncomfortable lens. I hope readers will accept the challenge of gentlemanly self-analysis to reflect honestly on their own attitudes and conduct, and then refine them where they must.

If you are still unfamiliar with the crime, a sexually frustrated 22-year-old man, enacting “vengeance” against all women for his virginity, stabbed three roommates and opened fire outside a sorority house at the University of California, Santa Barbara. In the course of the attacks, six were murdered, 13 more injured, and the killer dead by his own hand.

The impact of the killings has, for me, been as much a response to the multitude of reactions to the attacks as to the motives of the man behind them. I have come to have a new appreciation for how hard-wired men are for casual misogyny, and how critically precarious that wiring is — how easily a spark can grow to a fire that devours innocent lives.

When I first heard of this latest in a long string of mass murders here in the United States late Friday, I callously and regrettably filed the headline in that portion of the brain reserved for routine, disposable pieces of information. Unfortunately, this has become the only practical reaction given the frequency of these large-scale tragedies. The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in 2012 proved the futility of getting worked up over enacting sensible weapons laws, so I swallowed the instinct for outrage and went about my weekend.

As I checked in on social media over the course of the holiday, another low-level signal registered in my consciousness: Something called the #YesAllWomen movement was trending on Twitter, and it was eliciting the predictable trolling, including a #NotAllMen backlash. I had no idea what the fuss was about, never connected #YesAllWomen to Isla Vista, and I didn’t sit down to fill in the details until the discussion had reached an unavoidable critical mass — and, embarrassingly, until it fit my schedule.

Wading into #YesAllWomen is littered with landmines for a white, cisgender, straight male. But Phil Plait, one of my favorite writers, who brings logic and order to astronomy, science, and critical thinking at large, has done that heavy-lifting for me. In his article, Plait expertly summarizes the importance of women voicing the worrisome, creepy, unfair, threatening experiences they routinely endure while he dismantles the #NotAllMen trope that only serves to embolden those like the Isla Vista murderer.

It didn’t take long to find that murderer’s video in which he lays out, as in some sort of poorly produced WWE heel promo, his plans for mass murder because of his own pitiful shortcomings. The most troubling part about the Isla Vista murderer is how recognizable he is. I have heard and read his perspectives before. I have known men like him. I have even, at times, been him.

Let me say that I know this man had been receiving therapy and he may have been dealing with autism spectrum disorder. I am sympathetic to those factors, emphatic that mental health must be more properly dealt with to mitigate the possibility of this type of behavior — yet utterly disdainful of the pathetic egomaniac that felt he had the right to play god because the world did not mold to his expectations.

This murderer found solace and support in a community of self-appointed martyrs, bearing the cross in the fight against the destruction of some false conception of manhood, calling themselves the “men’s rights movement.” In this twisted worldview of victim-hood, the feminist agenda has emasculated society and every woman is a soldier in the war to destroy male-kind.

The MRM spins into action anytime a woman publishes, tweets, or speaks any perspective that may be out of line with millennia-old gender roles. The vitriol spewed by these keyboard warriors is disgusting and, frankly, criminal, including their threats of rape and dismemberment of a woman who dares to speak her mind. This phenomenon has become so predictable, so par-for-the-course, that it has had the ironic effect of strengthening the case for the feminism it rails against. (Lewis’ law has been coined to describe “that the comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.”)

This dangerous mode of thinking propagates among self-absorbed, isolationist circles: online forums, Twitter, gaming platforms, tea parties, Ayn Rand book clubs, and the gutters of Reddit. (Look, I know extreme, fabricated victim-hood exists within enclaves of the left, as well. But the utter disconnect with reality exhibited by the MRM and the dangerous lengths to which these folks have gone puts them in an entirely different category of alarming.)

It is, of course, true that #NotAllMen are intentionally anti-female, abusive, or predatory. But there exists a deep-seated masculine entitlement that the MRM actively denies and the more well-adjusted man unintentionally ignores. We are so integrated into our patriarchal system that we can’t see the forest for the trees — and I count myself among this group even now, though this conversation has at least made me aware of my ignorance.

I found an iota of my own complacency, as well as the clarity I didn’t know I was seeking, in a somewhat unlikely place. Recent Jeopardy! champion Arthur Chu, who had been one of the voices on Twitter pinging my brain with the murderer’s motives and #YesAllWomen catharsis throughout the weekend, penned a deconstruction of the male mind for The Daily Beast that struck a nerve in me. The editorial, “Your Princess Is in Another Castle: Misogyny, Entitlement, and Nerds,” laid bare the myth I had lived for my entire life as a single man without ever realizing the fiction of it all.

As Chu illustrates, the male entitlement culture pervades even in what would seem to be the safest zone: the expressly anti-masculine strongholds of nerddom. This is the haven of “nice guys” who only want to win the affections of the women they admire through their kind words and reassuring shoulders. Raise your hand if that’s a strategy you’re familiar with.

I, for one, spent all of middle and high school employing these tactics, finally “earning” a long-term girlfriend after years of rejection. Needless to say, that relationship didn’t work out. But I and many other of my “nice guy” ilk have had no other frame of reference for male-female relationships than the guy-wins-girl narrative so ingrained in our culture.

The danger lies in that when only one outcome is imaginable, it becomes an entitlement. And when an entitlement is repeatedly denied, a resentment builds. And when a resentment grows to a point where it can no longer be borne, tragedy strikes.

Chu’s perspective struck a nerve in more people than just me. I posted his article to Facebook and it has been re-shared an incredible 102 times in 24 hours (far exceeding any of my countless efforts to push our Curiata.com posts to that level of virality).

Chu also linked to another crucial illustration of male misconception. An unattributed reader of Andrew Sullivan’s blog The Dish shared a story that Sullivan reprinted in 2012 in which a high school freshman, “disgusted” by homosexuality because a man once made an unwanted pass at him, was stopped in his tracks when his teacher pointed out that it was the first and only time in the student’s life he had endured something that women deal with nonstop from the onset of puberty.

All of these attitudes, whether willful or ignorant, serve to enable a casual misogyny that every man who has ever taken a breath has perpetuated.

Gentlemen, we all share in the responsibility to eliminate this poison. Respect for women is never a negotiable item. Nonetheless, the everyday implications of living to a new standard will undoubtedly prove difficult for gentlemen like us. The wandering eye will ever ogle, and the cat-and-mouse of flirtation will endure.

But always keep in mind the perspectives of Katherine Cooper, Veronika Weiss, and other sisters and daughters, mothers and cousins, who have been gunned down or harassed when a woman’s will didn’t bend to a man’s.

More than any other topic we’ve addressed in this space, that will make you a true gentleman.

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Season 7, Episode 7: ‘Waterloo,’ part 2

As soon as the Mad Men midseason finale opened with a shot of Bert Cooper, my suspicions were aroused. That’s not to say I immediately knew him for a dead man, but as the first half-hour progressed and much of the plot revolved around the founding member of the Sterling Cooper advertising empire, it became clearer that some kind of reckoning was coming.

In six and a half seasons, Cooper had never been such the focus of an episode. His retelling of Napoleon’s fortunes after the Battle of Waterloo sealed Cooper’s own fate and, coupled with his from-beyond-the-grave performance, delivered a clear warning to Don Draper about the prospects of trying to return from his defeat. SC&P, under McCann Erickson, is doomed to failure.

And for Don, that failure may be just what he needs.

The best things in life seem to be inching closer to Don as we move toward next year’s curtain call. As Kevin has pointed out, Don’s daughter loves him and his son admires him. His protege, Peggy Olson, has come into her own and no longer needs to resent her mentor. Don’s friendship with Roger remains steadfast. Even the final, poignant, true-to-life end to his marriage with Megan is a release from the bonds that tied him to the Don of the 1950s and 60s.

Only two impediments remain to the happiness of Don Draper. The first is the perpetual frustration of his drive to control his own professional destiny. Don at his best is a free spirit, and no corporate overlord will ever be compatible with Don’s style of business. Striking out on his own, putting his name on the door of a new agency, didn’t give Don the space to breathe he had sought for so many years, and I don’t think another new agency will satisfy those needs either. I foresee Don finding that advertising is not the true outlet for his creative talents, and perhaps he will find bliss back in the hot sun of California pursuing some new, sun-kissed career.

The second shackle is Don’s very identity. The dual life of Dick Whitman/Don Draper has driven the character from that first shocking time we saw Don tiptoe into his house in the suburbs to kiss his kids goodnight and slip into bed with his wife. I’m surely treading no new ground by predicting that shedding the lie that is Don Draper will be Dick Whitman’s final act of liberation.

“Waterloo” may have been the last battle for Bert Cooper, but it will also be the moment that frees Don to throw off these remaining manacles and find the bliss he has been seeking all along.

I must express how purely delightful the song-and-dance sendoff to the wonderful Robert Morse was. I watched that scene with a smile plastered on my face. Just hours before, I had watched BuzzFeed’s supercut of “Before They Were on Mad Men” and lamented that Morse had never gotten to flex his vocal chords as an ad exec. Then, like an answered prayer, was J. Pierpont himself, bouncing in his stocking feet and rolling those still-youthful eyes in a moment so surreal, but so right.

Thank you, Mr. Weiner, for this treat, and thank you, Mr. Morse, for everything you’ve given us. Bravo.

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Time management proves delicate balance

Readers may have noticed there was no Modern Urban Gentleman entry last week. Readers may also have noticed this entry is being published near 10 p.m., stretching the promise of a new post on Wednesdays to the limit.

The gentleman keeps a full schedule. Too often, the balance of time management becomes a house of cards: one appointment runs late or an unexpected circumstance arises and the entire ledger must be shifted. Sometimes, a less important item goes undone — or a very important one is skipped to keep the rest of the day in order. These are the perils of a modern urban gentleman.

The mantle of gentleman weighs heavy on the shoulders of any who try to live to the high standards such a title demands. Just take a moment and review the guidelines laid down at the commencement of this endeavor. Attaining and maintaining that depth and breadth of engagement with the world is all-consuming.

The gentleman would have it no other way.

Idleness is a waste of the precious few years a gentleman is given to breathe life through his lungs. An important distinction must be drawn here: consciously creating rest time, whether to sleep, meditate, or otherwise “recharge,” is not idleness. Indeed, regular recovery is integral to the health of all gentlemen.

But all those rechargings must be earned through physical, mental, and spiritual work. To borrow a metaphor, a gentleman is always in the forge: feeling the fire of life, finding the imperfections in himself, and hammering them away. The rewards of this process are manifold; the gentleman attains ever higher levels of appreciation for the arts, the smells, the tastes, the thoughts, the relationships he encounters.

Alas, nirvana is not attainable, and the challenges are ever-present. The most insurmountable of these is time itself. The investment of hours required to reach the goals of the gentleman far outnumber those given for a single lifetime. Consider just a few of the gentleman’s ever-out-of-reach ideals, in the style of the Boy Scout Law. A modern urban gentleman:

  • Is well-read. In the eight years since graduating college, the Modern Urban Gentleman has read 99 books. This certainly outperforms the average American total of five books read per year, but it means only reading 720 books between the ages of 22 and 82. According to Google, over 129 million books had been published as of 2010. Imagine the knowledge, the perspectives, the beauty left unexperienced by even the most ambitiously well-read gentleman.
  • Develops an interest in many diverse areas. If there is one kind thing the Modern Urban Gentleman might say about himself, it is that he is conversant in enough topics to feel at home among many groups, from professional actors to professional wrestlers. Nonetheless, the extent of stunningly interesting areas of study and avocation across the globe is staggering. Tune in to an episode of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown and marvel at the pastimes and traditions of the people of Myanmar and Tokyo, Copenhagen and Lyon, New Mexico and Los Angeles’ Koreatown. The treasures to be found all across the map are so innumerable, so compelling, so utterly humbling when viewed through the lens of our hourglass.
  • Learns and practices useful skills. Most gentlemen live in homes they could never build, drive in cars they could never fix, eat food they didn’t cook — let alone grow, hunt, or forage. We stand on the shoulders of those giants who invented and paved the way for us, and we should find no shame in that. But how exhilarating it is to craft something with one’s own hands, or to feel the brisk, bracing wind from a kayak as one paddles down a river. This gentleman has so many aspirations for skill sets to acquire, such as archery hunting, gardening, and tailoring. In the end, we are only able to focus on a precious few, of which we gain mastery of nearly none.

All of these, plus more, keep the gentleman ever striving. Add to that a full-time job, the administration of a website, a marriage, and so much quality television to watch and the Modern Urban Gentleman is left weary and searching for more hours. But without this stimulation, a gentleman would wither on the vine, fading into obscurity without adding anything to the people he met or the humanity he benefited from.

The Modern Urban Gentleman is reaching out to you, asking for your responses in the comments below. What are the things you just do not have time for — things that eat at you, things you wish you could fit into your schedule? How do you prioritize your time? And share the tips for time management you have found especially useful.

With those words and those questions, the Modern Urban Gentleman puts down the proverbial pen for one more week to get some of that well-earned rest.

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Season 7, Episode 6: ‘The Strategy,’ part 2

Gabe, you are spot-on in your assessment that the theme of last night’s episode was family. More specifically, it’s an analysis of the myth of family. “The Strategy” not only exposes that myth, but also its reflection in the generational rift among our heroes.

Those of a certain age or place in society — the executives of Burger Chef, for example — have a conception of a happy, nuclear family with clearly defined gender roles: Dad earns the bread, Mom bakes it. The fast food phenomenon threatens that dynamic, devalues Mom’s place in the home. The conservative, status quo reaction is to turn fast food into a treat from Mom that pleases Dad and the kids. But Peggy, who has always had upheaval in her home life and, recently 30, hasn’t yet settled down with a special someone, calls out the cultural deafness of selling an idea that no longer exists.

In fact, Peggy is deflating the entire mythology by asserting that the picture-perfect family was never real in the first place. Ironically, Don and Pete find themselves on the wrong “generational” teams. Don deflects Peggy’s question about whether he ever sat around the table with his family; as we know, Don’s childhood was spent in a whorehouse and his own ideal, married-with-children scenario was largely a sham. Meanwhile, Pete, who is younger than Don, ascribes to the family myth because of his moneyed, conservative upbringing, even while his own family bears no semblance to the Rockwell painting in his mind.

As the 60s are becoming the 70s, it’s clear that SC&P is going to need a more progressive approach in order to survive. Simply purchasing a computer won’t save the firm, and retrograde thinking like that of Lou Avery, Bert Cooper, and Jim Cutler won’t get the job done either. It’s adapt or perish for the SC&P team, and I predict the final defeat of the firm is already in the cards.

That last bit of tea-leaf-reading demonstrates that I always find myself trying to unwrap the riddle of each episode’s title. “The Strategy,” like most weeks’ titles, offers an on-the-surface answer but also unveils some thematic element that can be teased out of the content. Sure: Peggy, Don, Lou, Pete, and Stan are jostling over what advertising strategy to adopt for Burger Chef. But think of all the other strategies playing out under our noses.

To my eye, the central question of strategy in this episode is figuring out Don’s motivations for each action he takes and word he says. Throughout the series, and especially throughout this season, Don has proved to be playing a chess game to get to the top of his industry. For much of this week’s show, it seemed as if Peggy was the pawn Don was moving around the board.

Don was obviously manipulating Peggy by proposing pitching the Burger Chef ad from the kids’ point of view; Peggy knew it, too, and called him on the move. But I think Don was another step ahead, knowing Peggy would catch on. Don’s constant scheming kept me on red alert throughout what should have been a heartwarming scene between Don and Peggy. Is Don just winning Peggy’s trust so he can reclaim the corner office?

Gabe hinted at another strategy: Megan’s exit strategy. Clearly, she has checked out of New York. Her proposal of a meeting on neutral ground makes me wonder if she might have a divorce lawyer on retainer somewhere in North Dakota, waiting to ambush Don with papers to sign.

In the meantime, Cutler takes another step in enacting whatever vague strategy he and Avery are conspiring on. And Roger’s walkout on the partners seems to be another step in his own exit strategy; Sterling just doesn’t fit in at this agency anymore.

This episode was mostly solid, but I felt it lacked the artistic direction and writing of the past few editions. I also found the final five minutes to be atonal, rushed, jarring. I was sure the episode was concluding when the strains of Ol’ Blue Eyes floated through the SC&P, and the nonsense with making Harry Crane a partner seemed disjointed and unexplained. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the partner meeting scene was originally intended for next week’s or last week’s show but had to be re-edited out of overlong episodes.

Nonetheless, the “second” final scene of the week was redemptive. Strategies and families come together as the Burger Chef team sits around the dining room table of the rising generations. And that final scene of the Draper Olson Campbell (LLC?) family was made all the stranger by Peggy’s complicated past with Pete. Will these three complex, dynamic personalities be able to coexist and collaborate toward a shared goal of advertising supremacy?

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Season 7, Episode 5: ‘The Runaways,’ part 1

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That was a wild episode. Where to begin? The threesome? Ginsberg? Another Draper power play?

Right from the start, “The Runaways” was compelling, with interesting narrative threads, new characterizations, looming threats, and a familiar face from the past. For the first time, Lou Avery (he’s finally remarkable enough to have a memorable last name) is humanized; of course, that puts him on the defensive and he spends the rest of the hour as a bigger prick than usual: embarrassing Stan, toying with Don, and plotting with Jim Cutler.

The Lou/Jim conspiracy was executed flawlessly. As Ginsberg, being driven quite literally crazy by the hum of the new computer, spies the men in cahoots, our minds jump to the same conclusion as Ginsberg’s: Lou is being taken care of by Jim in more than just a professional way. The plotting and direction of this scene brought us on board with Ginsberg’s mania; his interpretation seemed valid, so maybe he wasn’t teetering on the edge.

This mastery held us in suspense both for Ginsberg’s impending breakdown and the true story behind the secret Saturday meeting. And both were revealed magnificently. Ginsberg insisted to Peggy that the computer was turning them all homosexual, a red-handed Harry Crane spilled the beans to Don, and the episode had become a runaway train, hurtling toward an explosive end.

The resurfacing of Anna Draper’s niece, Stephanie, pregnant and penniless, was a nice trip down memory lane. Few things seem to light up Don’s life like the extended Draper family. Don is tripping over himself to get to California to see Stephanie, in stark contrast to the reluctance with which he visits his own wife. That discrepancy is not lost on Megan, who makes a bold, desperate play to make her husband happy.

Megan’s party kicked off a final 15 minutes that unfolded like a delirious dreamscape. Time seemed to dilate, smoke filled the air, and a fantasy unfolded. As Megan’s friend, Amy, stepped into the bedroom to “tuck [Don] into bed,” the pre-show warning about “adult content and sexual situations” began to make sense. When lips met lips and hands were placed where they didn’t belong, I couldn’t help but repeatedly ask myself, “Is this really happening?” I was waiting for the moment when the drugs would wear off or the sleep would end and Don would stare into the distance wondering what his most recent hallucination had meant. Instead, Don woke in the morning to the sober reality of two beautiful women in his bed.

As the show cut to commercial, I sat there wowed by what had just transpired. With only five minutes until 11 p.m., I didn’t imagine the intensity could be ratched up any more. Boy, was I wrong. What followed was some of the most over-the-top and brilliant television I have ever seen.

Peggy started the episode still flexing her muscle over Don, but she was quickly and clearly shaken by Ginsberg’s antics, culminating in his epic, vangoghic gesture. The Peg-berg shippers must have had accelerated heart rates as Ginsberg put his unique set of moves on Peggy midway through the show. Unfortunately, he was just acting out one step on the way to collapse.

Early in the hour, I was reflecting on how Ben Feldman had always played the “neurotic Jew” character to the hilt. Little did I know that he would take Ginsberg to the absurdist peak of that neurosis by the time the credits rolled. The scene where Ginsberg finally dropped off the deep end fueled an adrenaline-filled conclusion not soon to be forgotten. I had complained several weeks ago that Mad Men needed more nipples; I should have been careful what I wished for! I was certainly caught off-guard when the writers decided to go “full crazy,” and Stan’s emotional reaction to his friend being carted away was a highlight for me.

But even a strait-jacketed employee being wheeled out of SC&P wasn’t the climax of this hits-keep-coming edition of the show. Lou’s and Jim’s jaws nearly dropped to the conference table as Don strode into their meeting with Philip Morris. The man who penned the kiss-off to the tobacco industry was sure to be canned if SC&P could land the big cigarette fish. Don did what he does best: he turned his liability into an asset.

After all, working with Lucky Strike gave Don years of tobacco ad-writing experience and an understanding of the competition. Don isn’t dead weight but exactly what Philip Morris needs on their team. Jim and Lou try to tell Don his play won’t save him, but they don’t seem so sure of themselves, and the confident Mr. Draper, whistling for a cab of his own, knows he has won the day.

The reestablishment of Don Draper has begun. He got some wife-sanctioned strange, had a little to drink at her party, and hit the ground running back in Manhattan. It may not be rock-solid footing, but Don seems to be on a gradual journey to stability.

Oh yeah, and something happened with Betty. I guess she thinks she has a mind of her own? Yawn.

This episode was the most brilliant in quite some time. I am eagerly looking forward to reading everyone else’s impressions. Scout’s honor!

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Season 7, Episode 4: ‘The Monolith,’ part 4

A thought struck me about an inevitable plot point we are all overlooking. It was laid out years ago, but we seem to have forgotten about it. Before the end of the series, Roger Sterling will die.

The Russian writer Anton Chekhov famously said, “If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off.” Way back in our first chapter, season 1, Roger suffered two heart attacks. That health scare served a narrative purpose at the time, offering Roger a shot to reform his ways — from which he promptly back-slided. But my sense is that, given the nature of Mad Men storytelling, Roger’s heart disease is not a resolved plot point.

“The Monolith” brought this to mind because of Roger’s struggle, both of will and of force, to remove his daughter from the upstate commune. Yes, giving Roger an overnight stay at the hippie stronghold was a way to take his licentious behavior to its absurdist end and hold a mirror up for him to choose a path. But I think the rift with his daughter is also being played up to add stress to the character.

Combined with his drug use and the ongoing civil war at SC&P, Roger’s heart surely cannot take much more stress. He is also trying to navigate a difficult relationship with a lovechild and the muse he can never have. I have to believe all these factors are conspiring to send Roger to an early grave.

And Roger’s death would serve the greater story as well. Staring at Roger’s ashen face in a casket would certainly shake Don Draper, quite possibly providing the last, great catalyst he needs to get a handle on his own behavior. For a series taking its final bow, a Sterling funeral would be a perfect venue for a showcasing of old faces (where are you, Sal?) and a forcing of reconciliations (Mona and Margaret? Don and Betty? Pete and Trudy? Peggy and Ted?).

With Roger out of the picture, the breakup of SC&P might not come to fruition, but a major restructuring would be in order. Bert Cooper might decide the time has finally come to ride off into the sunset, eliminating both the S and the C, making way for Draper, Olson, and Campbell.

I wouldn’t be surprised for Roger’s third and final heart attack to be the cliffhanger that has us on pins and needles until 2015. And as much as I love the character, it would be a fitting end for the Mad Man most willing to throw caution to the wind.

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Perfecting the look can be a hairy situation

This post is coming to you from Studio D Salon, the hair care choice of both the Modern Urban Gentleman and his Sensible Feminist. In fact, both of your beloved columnists don’t only go to the same facility but share the very same stylist, Brittany.

Yes, you are reading that correctly: the Modern Urban Gentleman goes to a hair stylist. There is no reason for shame; in fact, a hair stylist is a great choice for a gentleman’s needs. These ladies and gentlemen are trained, passionate professionals who are constantly honing their crafts by attending seminars and workshops. They often have dynamic personalities and are in tune to the latest styles, putting you ahead of the curve if you are brave enough to trust them.

And you must find a stylist you trust. Try a few; make sure your personalities gel and you can communicate clearly and comfortably with the person you are entrusting with your scalp. That trust goes both ways; you must be honest and straightforward with your stylist.

A former stylist of the Modern Urban Gentleman, who has since gone on to greener pastures, recently shared the list of eight lies you need to stop telling your hairdresser; some are nearly exclusively female-oriented, but the gentleman can learn a thing or two from perusing the list. Pay special attention to the admonition about allowing the stylist to “do whatever you want.” If you say this, make sure you mean it. If you have a strong, trusting relationship, the stylist will make you look good, but it may take you outside your comfort zone.

The journey to Brittany has been a long odyssey for the Modern Urban Gentleman. For the first 24 years or so, this gentleman wandered in the wilderness of shopping mall hack jobs. It was a twist of fate that brought some direction to these hair stylings.

One day, while walking by Holiday Hair at the local shopping center, the unmistakable laugh of a co-conspirator on a long-ago political campaign caught this gentleman’s ear. As it turned out, Rusty was more than happy to welcome an old acquaintance into his chair. It was not long before Rusty moved on to Washington, D.C., leaving the Gentleman in the care of his colleague, Matt.

Now, no disrespect to the fine people of the Regis Corporation, but it was a relief when Matt moved to an independently owned salon. The new place had more personality, freer spirits, and, most importantly, free wine. This is key: find a salon that serves wine. From there, Matt moved to Studio D (the Modern Urban Gentleman followed) and then to Los Angeles (alas, too far to travel for a haircut). Enter Brittany, the stylist working on your humble servant this very day.

A haircut is not just a haircut for the cultured man. A gentleman without a hair strategy, no matter how fashionably dressed or well-read, will always appear rough around the edges. The changing seasons allow for variety in hairstyles: shaved close on the sides with just enough to comb on top in winter, then grown out to match the Movember mustache.

Much like sunglasses and beards, the best hairstyle is fitted to each man’s face shape. There are plenty of online advice columns to suggest pairings, but it can be difficult to truly assess a face that you’ve stared at in the mirror for decades. The best resource for hairstyle recommendations is, of course, your stylist.

Go no longer than six weeks between cuts. For hair kept short, four is better; longer hair can wait for eight. Be sure to schedule your next appointment as you pay for the current cut; otherwise, being a man, you will let it slide and find yourself overgrown and disheveled. Between cuts, enlist the assistance of your beloved to keep neck hair at bay. Nothing intricate is required: just have him or her shave downward from the hairline with unguarded clippers — you know, the same ones you use for your, um, beard.

Guys, we all remember when a haircut cost your-age-plus-a-dollar. The days of the $9 snip and shampoo are over. Be prepared to spend a bit of cash on a good trim. But given how rapidly the numbers in the age column are going up, a $30 cut may end up being cheaper than the old kids’ cut formula would demand.

Remember: like most of the key components of a gentleman’s image, a slick haircut is an investment. It is also recompense for the years of hard work, experience, and research accumulated by your stylist. If you need more convincing, here is some good reading about the true cost of a haircut. And a gentleman always remembers to tip generously.

There is one shortcoming to a salon: very rarely can a gentleman get a proper shave at a business that makes most of its money in women’s dye jobs. In many jurisdictions, including the Modern Urban Gentleman’s home state of Pennsylvania, only a licensed barber — not a stylist — can wield the razor blade near a man’s face. The barriers to a barber license can be steep, and with the dearth of true gentlemen in this day and age, the paltry demand can lower the potential payoff, keeping barbers few and far between. If you do find and settle on a barber, keep in mind that while wine is essential to the salon experience, the hallmark of a good barbershop is free-flowing whiskey.

Mind items one and two on the “eight lies” list above: the gentleman must carve out time to style his hair with the appropriate product each day. Take the advice of your stylist or barber to determine what the right product is, and don’t expect to look as good as you do when you exit the salon without some effort.

Gentlemen, it is far too easy to dress up a great look and then blow the effect with terrible hair. Take your haircuts seriously and you’ll be rewarded not just with your improved image, but quite possibly with a lifelong friend and confidante.

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Season 7, Episode 4: ‘The Monolith,’ part 2

Gabe, you’ve stolen almost all of the points I had planned to make! I’m especially excited you also caught the Miracle Mets allusion. After my existential breakdown last week, it’s a relief to know I was picking up on the same things as the other great minds of our time. So are we to believe Don’s upcoming recovery will be aided by a miracle — some work of God? Or is it going to be grounded in the hard work he seems set to do after this episode?

This episode is about chickens coming home to roost, for both Don Draper and Roger Sterling. Don has put himself in a position where his every move will be monitored, his spot in the hierarchy subjugated to those who have not yet or who never will surpass his abilities. He accepted those terms last week, but now he has to deal with the real consequences. At the same time, Roger is confronted with his own shortcomings when his daughter, Margaret, holds a mirror up to her father as he lectures her about her son needing his mother in his life.

Don’s challenge is brought into relief by a new addition to the office. A Space Odyssey has come to Sterling Cooper & Partners. The employees circle the installation of a new computer in what used to be the creative lounge like apes trying to understand what this means for their futures. The creative team is, of course, in a tizzy. Already stifled by Lou’s vanilla approach to business, they have now lost the space that served as the incubator of their output. They’ve been pushed to the edge of extinction by Lou, Jim, and Harry Crane, who has turned full heel.

At the same time, the most creative mind in the building, that of Don Draper, is relegated to entry-level copy writing. No one has a starker moment of deciding how to adapt to a new reality in this episode than our hero, Don. Lou obviously put Don under Peggy’s direction to punish him, but I can’t decide if he was also doing it to frustrate Peggy. Regardless of Lou’s intentions, the expected turmoil follows. Without Roger around to talk him down, Don hits the bottle again, coming perilously close to throwing away any chance of redemption at SC&P before his guardian angel, Freddy Rumsen, can save the day.

Critical viewers are given a piece of red meat not just in the Monolith being wheeled through the SC&P doors, but also in Don’s choice of reading material as he ignores his assigned work. The protagonist in Portnoy’s Complaint, written by Philip Roth in 1969, is described as “a lust-ridden, mother addicted young Jewish bachelor.” Don may not be Jewish, but he can certainly relate to the rest of those descriptors.

Gabe, to your point: Bert Cooper has made it clear to Don that he is no longer wanted at SC&P. Like you, I can’t understand why Cooper is so angry. He wasn’t even in the room for the Hershey’s pitch, and he has known about Don’s double life for years.

The Monoliths of Arthur C. Clarke’s novels were omens from the future that spurred technological innovation among the natives. The computer at SC&P is appearing at the same time Don seems to have been motivated to work his way back to the top. Combined with the Mets pennant, now proudly hung on Don’s office wall, his path to redemption seems clear.