Well, we knew it was coming. There has been such an overwhelming sense of doom hanging over this season with death symbols popping up at every turn: mass murders, sniper shootings, empty elevator shafts, dream-murders and Don doodling a noose.
We saw Campbell's life slowly unravel until it didn't seem like a stretch to think about him using that much alluded to shotgun. But instead we saw the end to a different man -- and his downfall, to me, was a little rushed; which is why I think I'm so disturbed by it.
They stand on opposite ends of the show, as counterparts to one another -- the sexy, damaged powerhouses with perfectly crafted exteriors. When they finally come together, their chemistry is so explosive that we simultaneously want and fear their union.
While Joan's contemplating her future and Don's about to get a plate of cold dinner thrown his way by an angry Megan, Lane sneaks into the office and takes out one of the bonus checks with Don's signature on it.
With New York Fashion Week underway, I couldn't help but see Betty in Ports 1961, Peggy in Jason Wu, Joan in Prabal Gurung, and Don in Simon Spurr. We cannot deny the profound effect Mad Men has had on the latest trends.