Why not install and use Tweetdeck for Twitter group chats?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Last Monday night from 8:30pm – 9:30pm one of our s<i>ocial media in education</i> activitists in South Africa, Arthur Preston, Head at Elkanah House Primary School in Cape Town, introduced a Twitter chat for South African teachers on the </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">#edchatsa</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> hashtag. It was a wonderfully stimulating chat with many teachers from around the country participating. Teachers only got to know about it via Twitter and had a great chat about the topic, “If there was one piece of technology that could change South African education what would it be?”  You can log in to Arthur Prestons's blog </span><a href="http://headthoughts.co.za/edchatsa/" style="font-family: inherit;" title="http://headthoughts.co.za/edchatsa/">http://headthoughts.co.za/edchatsa/</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> to vote for the topic for this coming Monday night. Here is the list of topics:</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQVt1Fa57puZHWAheTairevdNhpeS_GXBa8MCBbK3oLATz3XLp2Lb886TRCVgC19yMa9CK-6ptgm8qhWoIwMPvmm2i29pjOS6CcglOP6MZmLXiZck8oZwHn69AeVb-oGfN1vGjB2m7h4/s1600-h/image%25255B11%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuRCE7gvnP86ZflxaG7Rcf7ew2_ZAZspDewp8gEfXIex9COdzL6UutN3JazDX3ixCuIRqkbN5GDXfNE1Ys8SjovoRgtriEmwFG4qz42VP4ON0yoKdRF5nQamqZleMSqrrU2kSizVVJ5Y/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="263" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">To be able to participate properly in this type of Twitter chat one needs to use an application like Tweetdeck where you can see a number of columns of Twitter at the same time. So this post is about Tweetdeck. It is a fantastic application to use. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is a view of my Tweetdeck interface. This illustrates the columns.</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Xpp3Xk3_SRlqrOg8IpsWPfSpmm5sgTHkX0GCcqmJciVA88RjBvIVToE6fNS6mg5BND8kEnatC3F2oGJ0Sk9f2agmSOMfKtdG0DB-uDzJoSyg7nktk4iqnaRD3ffCJv0n0M-N6XtvDwg/s1600-h/image%25255B10%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oSJF9NvX5OXPn3ywCFylNrhez_OglFKHkpideMo-9v7BcfHX6NUvHpRr7YHDNSuuII8_YBAHhgbTJmpNjsY2H15VM9R0K-9MqAaOCRTZQXjn5woCRyGiwwsC0D2ujLewN6G14BJ4VzY/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Getting started</span></b><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Search for Tweetdeck on the Internet and download the free application to your desktop (<a href="http://www.tweetdeck.com/">http://www.tweetdeck.com/</a>). It will ask you to set up a Tweetdeck account. One can use the same username and password as one’s Twitter account to simplify matters. Once installed, Tweetdeck looks like you see above arranged in columns. You can now add as many columns as you like. </span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">The columns</span></b> <br /><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">The columns work like this.<br />a) On the very left is your <b>Home</b> section where you receive the tweets of all the people you are following. This is the same as your timeline in Twitter. </span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG3k7f7cYnYOb99FQZKSs0OCgUk_HPm3DulvHIMOd28pJpncbnyksGbC2giT-7r6sBbmthMa8bJxmaI9mAYgAtD6TYMrWyeWfALPLBUnc6DO0i-_YSWcpZsdVh0xclhwAEj_bo-DfFm-s/s1600-h/image%25255B14%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jqMD41Ee1PQcoMGuzU7xZaW-2KtUUQ0E_f31cdbUdQK1On03TMOdLYBHNbFw-DffWZSk21QJFOXvIkF4FiJhGWnJ8283PrdxzWmVeE-K80JxagdtDNM2ErSQ4wSxyLLv4ROH4Q-iLok/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> b) Next to that you will get your<b> Mentions</b> column where you are notified if anyone retweets one of your tweets or sends you a message.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvTOruHuMroRBWUDVBU7_ONER9RSS74ms_1j3EfVuu28dMFAKJe_LUjdP29J_IzHWfhHBnNUCpazpTcoLGJmyvrGaHIFgqV4-ZIpohgOwbWGIL_6DwyLkSGscZ232tdZO2tymya0ZWhU/s1600-h/image%25255B17%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2Y7vxWMpFD1GDUySYumCv6k26QPWPXWdivDPRaXDbFQQkJta7TIsowFQ2adclTfSuhYc6V5hE2bNzA9n1oRPvaIPOmALZ5XVmQDEsaUd5HxW2x03uODGhyf_M6epx2qSa2-sn0OYiVk/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">c)  Next is your </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">Inbox</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> which shows the tweets or direct messages you have just sent to others. In fact this default column (Inbox) could be called the </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">Direct Messages </b><span style="font-family: inherit;">column since it records the direct messages that you send or receive. These do not show up in your </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">All Friends/Home</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> column because they are to or from you personally.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxjw7EJBJigDW2Fuul7oKEOa-CNPZowVo1tvEoP16ITsUt3-brZSpRUAIHcQmWZlINze1WkWgAs6dwYDnIWNw4QuSqoe-6hJXw3Ksezbv5mKRbvogz-Vo9mtaFJIccJIy98wTWymM4PE/s1600-h/image%25255B20%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2e5KlXYZBsMc6IZAPCp7Ki8LWYGKEfU6S-dtTVO4bSlafXlxkkhy3kIejfdbQPh-aPp7ru0p8njOUe4sHR5FXEnQEwO69pkwniY-p_3Xgf17Ed3FmbdYBO79AQen3UeAG0p-RQ1Zq6E/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">d) After that you can add your favourite # columns. I have <i>#edchatsa</i>, <i>#edtechconf,</i>  <i>#SAipaded</i>,  <i>#ict4champions</i> and <i>#sateachers</i>. That reminds me to mention that your Tweetdeck interface shows five columns but at the top is a little icon – it's a horizontal scrollbar - where you move across to the next lot of columns. I guess you can have as many columns as you like, with five displaying at a time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIXDQIUYb2RK3rVNtz09pP6DQqCiDvnLrIxVbFzUrkN8Bx8K_N5LgN6DmwEkKGYFwThvzfTJEV29a5wL7ko-mFEsDZOHbTex5Ib2wGHaaG0KBf0FsA_q7X8OGldTJLsMDw2qBjPy4fgM/s1600-h/image%25255B23%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="63" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6y_tSYgorcyxaU0qxYR0Du8DEQz2i8ewfHvgb2wvF_SYv2VTW4hoEL60DJb7irgVCL3qMopMn8EV1QrPM-I_B8OOERPyMJJIQBqP6yEHU-a5a8oiXmzmylnDtR3QI0c4F9Kb0JNliS0/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">To add a column click on the <i>Add column</i> button and write in your choice of <i># hashtag</i>.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNeZn7Drha7_JKHr1kTzNpN-SPXwvTuoP9yUv0QnGDqaGJpIKgv4mNNVbOYRtKwOuuuWShrQoWIn8_-VYgF4OFV-8An7wEaqu77OwAn_v48OCZFmzfiQMcfNUQXL8cy-GzL3_dImgr48/s1600-h/image%25255B26%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="44" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKx6SCHpqPgMaR-Uun3Osw4T96XG8vNIaa5VqUNjOI-g_n87kICgoetbOtk_nnM6GHzJlB8xAL27CK7cePMLa-imZ4QQqYI62CKTSgAtHTkLfdRwkqUpd76NQzuSREGRLfA9a2msCQfQY/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">You can move the columns around</span></b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">To move a column just check on the little wheel on the top right of each column and a box comes up giving you the arrows to move the column left or right.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7OUSKYDgERzFPJFgH__3SeAIYIyaH1RIIso65rAy05k21YZ9QHo4hnXWR30Pupj99UIiIwcF8hW1i4cKtKpBDhi1g0ZpoHBThJUr8sO-2COqURjlTj72LRP8GryhAN5sp7ygAjYNsNk/s1600-h/image%25255B29%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZxvVw5qckKi368Bz12w4WfmQ858y4Yr7tKG4OKh-3Xc_beL2UfROBnUy3RzXgV5b42AfjoM8_Pa5FQnC-D-vX7SEJVcmyIZU6n-viOAv9hjRelzKvitxDSn_eNUZJ9oN7R0Yp0x6AVM/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">For the purposes of the <i>#edchatsa </i>on a Monday night I have moved my <i>#edchatsa</i> column right next to my <b>Mentions</b> columns so that I can write easily and receive any @fibeal messages.</span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">How to create and send a message</span></b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">To create a message click on the little blue pen icon on the top of the interface.</span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1y4mZqSErWW6VcgAb_HSMpB-9WNrFZ6GRSly_bRctuWTdtuhf9ffNkYBS5Xjjd5E1mrQSrTwM3fdmNJvSpUcPAxajKN9Zitr7JAb8pNsWQweDz41YD_-0LcogTOD_f-ESPYwtTeviVQ/s1600-h/image%25255B32%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsk16JNRQ99KktHCfMVyU8S-GCWmn8rAQzFs8jqBaOGb3f-XOegvG7tM-lMdOSpRs2uUN7sVojx-fotKpj__Zw_Zk3TrzPA34qazELPTk8Mgqos8b8V955W6EZoR61AbCzUXigd-M0tg/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">This will open the box to write and send your messages. When the writing box opens write your message making sure it doesn’t exceed 140 characters, and press </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Tweet.</i><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLW7MM7sY9wOCcOC3E4wJR0_IoEmtgvfAp0qlz91DmGB0mOq7L0ZHKnJIyAYGF6haJIV4pe8as6Gu3Xu6Uq3V91kJpSuvttFReBt77UHXQQUomR13j0HZssjYzVmk9M3LrtVRhyFCUWg/s1600-h/image%25255B35%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-tHdWiOVH0hM7l8VeNQShMJid86fZbkWdjomp_23tCeoI5-Tb_UgNcmJfXJgS8I3bUVpNxKLyDpgS0_-987a6oDgUOsj9HNKfvew7vc9ngmkNJQ2V2mbJK_N-nHCK4iJNBbc68gFc8I/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">How to send a direct message to someone</span></b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hover your mouse over the avatar of the person and the word <i>More</i> will appear on the top right.  click on More and it will take you to another icon with a little dropdown arrow. Click on that and a box will open that says “<i>Send a direct message</i>”.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NCbgPW_LbbRBb3Gjq0iSCT9Km4hP9eAuFNhio48WGbjS6rDiQoml0MCHiwD0eLbbRRFp2SHHpkaRPEnd93WrD3CQY9TBfZR_I2gzksnk6mFHYNeONOn9r6LEGqdAXWY0oY7q8V2Jzrw/s1600-h/image%25255B38%25255D.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="image" border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtJv6JGvv0r-JUU9VnrJQzkPlXtgg7S3aMcvYTSila-91fywFmTDaRZjLSo_fjPRSH6gZK_l93_50eiF_4Loh8NasQ_Psm1DLGOAeDC4cQqejeBLSfWnY7C7MTv9uUs1C8RFIcdzrvgA/?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="image" width="244" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">How to reply or retweet</span></b><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hover your mouse over the avatar of the person and a bar comes up containing an arrow, a group of arrows a star and the word <i>more</i>. The single arrow is for <i>Reply</i> and the group of arrows is for <i>Retweet</i>. </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, why not give Tweetdeck a try?</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>

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The Feminine Mystique Of Mad Men

<i><span style="font-family: Arial;">by guest contributor Whistlingypsy</span></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipo4m0UtBQ_JIet69dWnHze_kb8GeDtaaIASqKw5JJFcHZtir1vo26yDpTbupG-3PkZROuwAqfmB4sJHppcZ51v6HVeKKtui5vp96b4_Mm8CLu_0M2gg4dEQEqTXbbntOlYwK2F84a9bI/s1600/1aAMM1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipo4m0UtBQ_JIet69dWnHze_kb8GeDtaaIASqKw5JJFcHZtir1vo26yDpTbupG-3PkZROuwAqfmB4sJHppcZ51v6HVeKKtui5vp96b4_Mm8CLu_0M2gg4dEQEqTXbbntOlYwK2F84a9bI/s550/1aAMM1.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">“<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”<br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> - Frank O'Hara, <i>Meditations in an Emergency</i></span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Although the title might suggest the notion; this is not a discussion of feminism in <i>Mad Men</i>’s very male dominated industry. The inspiration is, in part, taken from the photograph above: a provocative portrayal of beautiful women and men perfectly accessorized and stylishly coiffed. The division of these individuals into feminine and masculine, light and dark, personal and professional, implies not only different natures and different worlds but a separate mystique.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><a name="more"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2Di9TKdiT2X1eDkLfH_ekWfdlJMo6mMQ_a8djLhFmC2XS-v10f31McyXUWQhPfxue9oFW4UUA0q7yKGr2zSmcDVCjhqz6hldz1JbDxg9Caa0OGd6ynDCkUFJW95vFW7JayHW8Vmu7_0/s1600/1aAMM2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2Di9TKdiT2X1eDkLfH_ekWfdlJMo6mMQ_a8djLhFmC2XS-v10f31McyXUWQhPfxue9oFW4UUA0q7yKGr2zSmcDVCjhqz6hldz1JbDxg9Caa0OGd6ynDCkUFJW95vFW7JayHW8Vmu7_0/s200/1aAMM2.jpg" width="143" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Mad Men</i> artfully dramatizes the many ways female identity can wiggle and re-shape in even the narrowest spaces, from captivating leading ladies to intriguing supporting characters. The show has explored some popularly held notions of femininity, some of which were already ossified by the 1960s, by placing these notions within the context of an advertising campaign. When Paul Kinsey proposed his "new concept" for the Playtex account in "Maidenform," (S2, E6), "All women want to be Jackie Kennedy or Marilyn Monroe", he wasn't referring to their conservative or liberal politics. He was putting a mid-century spin on the old Freudian concept of "the chaste versus the loose" woman. The return of the show for season five is a great opportunity to look back, and in the words of advertising man Leo Burnett, see “the inherent drama of everyday life” through the eyes of Peggy, Joan and Betty, <i>Mad Men</i>'s powerful feminine mystique.</div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ENn0oRXHcrLda8f4OfvynuK2fkYOMI7nIeDFJRsUOPb0NMFf2EAetb3i4tEMz66gHvF6kD8_kIs_BSuaPLkPcbkfc_pA6j8-vHy2MGobUluALHbYpSo9_xHDfOg7eudHN90oLJw_7ec/s1600/1aAMM3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ENn0oRXHcrLda8f4OfvynuK2fkYOMI7nIeDFJRsUOPb0NMFf2EAetb3i4tEMz66gHvF6kD8_kIs_BSuaPLkPcbkfc_pA6j8-vHy2MGobUluALHbYpSo9_xHDfOg7eudHN90oLJw_7ec/s200/1aAMM3.jpg" width="145" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Be unforgettable,<br />disarming and sensational<br />in MYSTRECE by Hanes.</td></tr></tbody></table>T<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">he quote at the top of the page was introduced in the storyline of </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Flight"</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> (S2, E1) and in this context seems to be a wholly masculine concern, but there is no reason why a woman wouldn't want her personality to seem "beautiful, interesting and modern". In 1963, Betty Friedan published her groundbreaking work on the nature of the female, titled </span><u><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The Feminine Mystique</span></u><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, which I will attempt to highlight: her goal was to dispel the notion that women were not only best suited but exclusively suited to the role of wife and mother, an instinctive role portrayed in terms worthy of a mythical character: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>the feminine mystique</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">. She frankly addressed the false notion that a woman's suppression of her natural role, sublimated by a desire for an education and/or a career, would lead to grave discontentment. Her premise would have taken issue with Ann Margaret singing "</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How Lovely To Be A Woman</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">" and Nancy Kwan singing </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"I</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Enjoy Being A Girl</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">." Why? Despite these songs celebrating the woman of the late Eisenhower era, with humor and irony, Friedan would have claimed each woman’s cause for celebration is too dependent on a phone call from a man, and implies all the trappings of femininity is meant to help catch a husband.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDmcjZCBuw49IUC5Fc96KhmaVdbyLB2KgdW41y-JyCLDisGif5nlFEAwgmS9shyF_LuUL97DEMmFyFUF3grElShy27gOOEdrFVbTWz3TtLDkIL-uksOn85j4RDNEpVafPGaQ2vsLgzuU/s1600/1aAMM4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDmcjZCBuw49IUC5Fc96KhmaVdbyLB2KgdW41y-JyCLDisGif5nlFEAwgmS9shyF_LuUL97DEMmFyFUF3grElShy27gOOEdrFVbTWz3TtLDkIL-uksOn85j4RDNEpVafPGaQ2vsLgzuU/s200/1aAMM4.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By Appointment to<br />Her Majesty,<br />Mrs. Homemaker.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Friedan also appraised the advertising industry from the perspective of inducing women to believe each new product was necessary to her role in <i>the feminine mystique</i>. The adage “a housewife's work is never done”, was behind the notion that so long as a woman is busy, she will never question her role as wife, mother and consumer of household goods. The development of a range of cleaning products and household items was intended to keep women busy (and presumably content) Monday through Sunday, sunrise to sunset. This could certainly be interpreted as a woman's guide to elementary Freud with a <i>proto-feminist </i>spin, in Friedan’s defense, we know this is partly true. However, the book has been criticized, after the passage of fifty years, for a limited view of women’s choices and for the research’s exclusion of women of color and a narrow focus of sexual orientation. It would be foolish to assume American women had <i>no</i> options fifty years ago, each life was as different as the woman who would tell the story.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMXKRENQp4XcZHGMNdqNuTYc9CxOxSGHZZtVMb6x4l5MPRrpdm19wuhgyggWzzR7MBXA202ozukNYGlLBgz69gF12x2il7_g3sv0e9qcmLjw7Z2ylRMprFYLfOiyRueJJzs5kaNzmCkk/s1600/1aAMM5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMXKRENQp4XcZHGMNdqNuTYc9CxOxSGHZZtVMb6x4l5MPRrpdm19wuhgyggWzzR7MBXA202ozukNYGlLBgz69gF12x2il7_g3sv0e9qcmLjw7Z2ylRMprFYLfOiyRueJJzs5kaNzmCkk/s600/1aAMM5.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“I’m Peggy Olson, and I want to smoke marijuana,” Sterling Cooper’s only female copywriter informs her male colleagues in "My Old Kentucky Home," (S3, E3). A young woman who knows her mind, she later tells her secretary, in response to a comment informing her actions have consequences, “Don’t worry about me. I am going to get to do everything you want for me”. The question is why Peggy doesn’t tell her, “I am going to get to do everything I want,” perhaps she isn’t so certain after all. Peggy has a steep learning curve her first day on the job at Sterling Cooper advertising agency.</div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1Gh9lMAFVE1yP5jrXeGKnGTnMbJZz823e-fB20T7G1-4d7uTTlsEibdWxt_F_ZODUBhin_2e2PAAU5oO_JnqKQewQxkfkM-D_V_VjE0V52HB1InXPZqnkJlSZsgC1vx625mq62PKq-k/s1600/1aAMM6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1Gh9lMAFVE1yP5jrXeGKnGTnMbJZz823e-fB20T7G1-4d7uTTlsEibdWxt_F_ZODUBhin_2e2PAAU5oO_JnqKQewQxkfkM-D_V_VjE0V52HB1InXPZqnkJlSZsgC1vx625mq62PKq-k/s200/1aAMM6.jpg" width="146" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A promotional tie-in:<br />Underwood Red nail polish<br />& Underwood 150 typewriter.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Her secretarial school training would have prepared her to take and translate shorthand, type and make carbon copies, but unlikely to have equipped her for the intrigues and romantic values of a mid-century Manhattan advertising office. The agency's office manager, Joan Holloway, implies she is Peggy's senior in all the subjects that matter and happy to advise her as she begins her new life. Peggy goes decidedly "off lesson plan"and her innovations result in a heartbreaking scene in "The Wheel," (S1, E13) when she turns away from her newborn child. Peggy's entry into the world of copy writing is made possible not solely based on a clever turn of phrase when she hands Freddie Rumsen a "basket of kisses". He recognizes her ability to create "word images", a skill he is certain will be invaluable in persuading female consumers to buy an entire line of similar products. When her talent is not enough to persuade her male co-workers to take her seriously, and they fail to include her in an important meeting, she arrives at the bar where they have taken the client dressed to accentuate her advantage over her male colleagues. In response to her question regarding her bad luck with men in "The Jet Set," (S2, E11), Kurt, Sterling Cooper's freelance artist, tells her "you are old style" and offers to give her a new hairstyle.</div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgeb4uXRyDZeLVzHbaF703jFQt10WdfNWURcUo9VRGjrBdLHEtzVcxjBZpD4tcfqlIE9LrYx3ybcuQNPUnCJa1i810gh75ujby1VVcTGOwKJa4UL6RJaeGS4Ja_YPU5IPVv69SM_u4m8/s1600/1aAMM7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgeb4uXRyDZeLVzHbaF703jFQt10WdfNWURcUo9VRGjrBdLHEtzVcxjBZpD4tcfqlIE9LrYx3ybcuQNPUnCJa1i810gh75ujby1VVcTGOwKJa4UL6RJaeGS4Ja_YPU5IPVv69SM_u4m8/s200/1aAMM7.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Discover the Swinging<br />World of Yamaha</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Peggy struggles with the dichotomy of needing to be taken seriously as a woman in a male dominated industry, and she stumbles through attempts to be one of the boys while becoming one of the girls. Although her integrity will not allow her to trade on her sexuality to get ahead, she is not without contradiction and she breaks personal and professional taboos when she begins an affair with Herman "Duck" Phillips. The pressure of these conflicting desires finds an object in the person of Don Draper, a man Peggy has reason to respect and trust. She expresses her reserved anger and disappointment in "The Suitcase" (S4, E7), when she accuses him of stealing her idea for the Glo-Coat campaign. She also wonders, with the parade of women in Don's life, why not her? She doesn't harbor a secret wish to spend time in Don's bed, she has accepted the truth behind the image. Peggy does want reassurance that her desire for recognition and her need to be desirable aren't mutually exclusive, and she confides, "I know what I'm supposed to want," she says, "but it just never feels right, or as important as anything in that office."</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmN0zq9hPsYLNBIPUHsYhjwpXbwoc0Vi0H_exuo-vIpBXDjuDeSKxq3WJbgk6LCZgNBO5lxVxjBCxhc8mZS9o9EWPNANuNIGiCE7gJzfGSjajp803d9vKrBvxBGmwMUgaOUs2WcXT1Csg/s1600/1aAMM8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmN0zq9hPsYLNBIPUHsYhjwpXbwoc0Vi0H_exuo-vIpBXDjuDeSKxq3WJbgk6LCZgNBO5lxVxjBCxhc8mZS9o9EWPNANuNIGiCE7gJzfGSjajp803d9vKrBvxBGmwMUgaOUs2WcXT1Csg/s600/1aAMM8.jpg" width="600" /></a></div>“<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If this were me I would say something like ‘fun loving girl, responsible sometimes, likes to laugh, lives to love, seeks size six for city living and general gallivanting. No dull moments or dull men tolerated.’ or something like that!” Joan (Holloway) Harris, Office Manager at Sterling Cooper advertising agency comments on Peggy Olson’s notice for a roommate in </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"The Arrangements"</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> (S3, E4). Joan is a competent and confident woman; she can cook and she's a good hostess; she can play the accordion and sing in French, if necessary. She makes no secret of her taste for the finer things in life, and she is certain she'll get everything she wants. </span><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpao9_2OKcP_ZcOATCXtaxUZShMQXOfV33v3CP0hC-8qq6g_KWyWj0-W0IEHmvPsArDq6npqh_uXxWlDQCAKROt2KJ_8JwiEk8xkoqVAWsPKFWH58LYvg6BPCZhi8fP2H8Yrr2_MJDx4/s1600/1aAMM11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpao9_2OKcP_ZcOATCXtaxUZShMQXOfV33v3CP0hC-8qq6g_KWyWj0-W0IEHmvPsArDq6npqh_uXxWlDQCAKROt2KJ_8JwiEk8xkoqVAWsPKFWH58LYvg6BPCZhi8fP2H8Yrr2_MJDx4/s200/1aAMM11.jpg" width="157" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pardon Us While We Slip Into<br />Something Comfortable!<br />The 1963 Dodge gives women options.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The trouble is, she has been married to a young surgical resident for a year, and she seems as discontented with married life as she had become with her life as a single woman. Joan’s voluptuous feminine allure appears to mask something darker, sometimes merciless, which often shows through the cracks of her well-coiffed, couture-clad exterior. Joan is in the midst of a year-long affair with Sterling Cooper partner Roger Sterling in "Long Weekend" (S1, E10) when he tells her he is free to spend the weekend with her. Joan is far from the "fun loving girl" Roger expected when she refers to <i>The Apartment</i> and describes a female character as being “handed around to the office men like a tray of canapés”. Joan later reveals to Roger in "Six Month Leave" (S2, E9) a vulnerability he seems unable, or unwilling, to accept. He sees the death of Marilyn Monroe as inevitable, a movie star who had everything and threw it away. Joan sees herself in Marilyn, a beautiful, sensual and vulnerable woman who, after "this world destroyed her," was destined to die alone. Joan has begun to consider the truth of being a self-aware and sexually liberated woman, much like a courtesan of an earlier era it comes with built in limitations and an equally bleak future. </div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5SYQpfUVHqszCsD47Oq2IPCAXd7ApaiaB1D-bnQGP2y_tIf2SNgQhg_qZuDtn7IjjtWvWEVg8B34Iya5LJfgPg_bz_atb41eXWgZ-C9cuaYSoIDUEsJ1irVh5jd3bEcq1q97ZhyoACg/s1600/1aAMM12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5SYQpfUVHqszCsD47Oq2IPCAXd7ApaiaB1D-bnQGP2y_tIf2SNgQhg_qZuDtn7IjjtWvWEVg8B34Iya5LJfgPg_bz_atb41eXWgZ-C9cuaYSoIDUEsJ1irVh5jd3bEcq1q97ZhyoACg/s200/1aAMM12.jpg" width="153" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's busy...<br />yet she's beautiful...<br />she uses Pond's.<br />Pond's makes a woman<br />alluring and competent.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Joan doesn’t tolerate others defining her life or her personality, and she has an even lower threshold for whiners. When Joan asks Lane Pryce for time off to spend with her husband in "The Good News" (S4, E3), Lane alludes to her willingness to use her sexuality to get whatever she wants, "I understand that all men are dizzy and powerless to refuse you", and he adds, "Don't go and cry about it". Joan later expresses a frustration that Peggy Olson knows only too well when she throws a bouquet at Lane and tells him, he consistently makes her "feel like a helpless, stupid little girl." When her husband returns defeated after doing poorly on an interview in "The Gypsy and the Hobo" (S3, E11), Joan is so enraged by his comment that she has never known what it is "to want something your whole life" and not get it, she picks up a vase and breaks it over his head. She might feel a crack on the head is the least he deserves, after he raped her at Sterling Cooper and she quit a job in which she had made herself indispensable. She might feel his failure to notice she wants so much more from her life is typical of him; he had told her earlier she should "be home eating bonbons and watching television, not reading scripts". However, her act of rage is made all the more inexplicable in "The Summer Man" (S4, E8) when she arrives home as her husband is about to leave for basic training. "Who am I going to talk to?" she asks him and breaks down in tears when he mentions her friends at work. Her overwhelming sense of isolation could lead her deeper into a cruel deception.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYhNlhyphenhyphenMXBmM9rfJWnAYHEdQlRHH-CwGeZBwREjWYerZv37r1lPc1vWKnGEgsG9mT0LR-56wZ2aLc4eZv4wPlpIu86cJApV9QL8Vk2vQDJgz8Sq7uiDknpPxMcSSaUUjOZ3UAVHqv3RyG/s1600/1aAMM13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYhNlhyphenhyphenMXBmM9rfJWnAYHEdQlRHH-CwGeZBwREjWYerZv37r1lPc1vWKnGEgsG9mT0LR-56wZ2aLc4eZv4wPlpIu86cJApV9QL8Vk2vQDJgz8Sq7uiDknpPxMcSSaUUjOZ3UAVHqv3RyG/s600/1aAMM13.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“I hate this place, I hate our friends, I hate this town,” Betty Draper informs her husband in "Souvenir"<b> </b>(S3, E8) after an idyllic trip to Rome. Why is Betty Draper so miserable? She lives a charmed life as the wife of Sterling Cooper’s most promising advertising executive. She had an affluent childhood; attended Bryn Mawr; where she majored in anthropology; she had a brief career as a model; she is well-read and speaks fluent Italian. She lives comfortably in a beautiful upstate suburb, where she is a housewife raising three young children.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lQN8kjZZXLGsX11nXuS8zJJ6xxgLZaVcPQKKd0Dlcn7CuYl62JoXzAfgBpJ4SJIZ2OENIpqGmm1DHcxBb8GvGO6feUt0Zdw0YI-ysUImGe24sHBWx7E7xvn8Vi4OFYSUyk91CHB7BL8/s1600/1aAMM14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lQN8kjZZXLGsX11nXuS8zJJ6xxgLZaVcPQKKd0Dlcn7CuYl62JoXzAfgBpJ4SJIZ2OENIpqGmm1DHcxBb8GvGO6feUt0Zdw0YI-ysUImGe24sHBWx7E7xvn8Vi4OFYSUyk91CHB7BL8/s200/1aAMM14.jpg" width="138" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Be Bright! Be Light! Have a Pepsi!<br />Modern girls neither <br />sacrifice pleasure nor<br />compromise their figures.</td></tr></tbody></table>Betty Draper is also, much like Joan Holloway, a good hostess: she knows how to dress well and set a good table. Her misery is abated with cigarettes and cocktails, horseback riding, European vacations, a glamorous wardrobe, and occasional target practice with a neighbor's pigeons. Why, then, is she fast becoming the inspiration for “Mother’s Little Helper” with her own fainting couch? Betty spends time in therapy, after exhibiting “unexplained emotional episodes,” which could be further compounded when her husband echoes her doctor’s assessment in "Red in the Face" (S1, E7), “Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a little girl." Betty could be living her life with unrealized aspirations, in a mistaken sense of loyalty to her mother, whose standards continue to haunt her. Her relationship with her husband perpetuates the parent/child dynamic. He scolds her for allowing a salesman into the home, he criticizes her bathing suit for looking desperate, and uses her as a test subject for a ad campaign. Perhaps Betty finds a few answers in her choice of reading material, <u>The Group</u> by Mary McCarthy. The novel explores many themes, including the notion of whether higher education makes women unsuitable as wives and mothers and the use of mental illness by husbands to control ambitious and intelligent wives.</div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5yjeR3u7-ke7bOLAH0aymXusrdruCQjE8zgcfjrIsUtagAZHrty0L8rorMxpzw8OoXvnSVg-y7jkanMbLKlRaNwc-De8fixlhsC3GUKYH2LixMGMaZorJji8kDPDfODRbCgkgn_17Ko/s1600/1aAMM15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5yjeR3u7-ke7bOLAH0aymXusrdruCQjE8zgcfjrIsUtagAZHrty0L8rorMxpzw8OoXvnSVg-y7jkanMbLKlRaNwc-De8fixlhsC3GUKYH2LixMGMaZorJji8kDPDfODRbCgkgn_17Ko/s200/1aAMM15.jpg" width="145" /></a></td></tr><tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Spring, The blues<br />Are The News for Eyes!<br />and for Little Girl Blues.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Betty confides to her therapist in "The Wheel" (S1, E13) in her first truly honest moment "I can't help but think that I'd be happy if my husband was faithful to me”. A particularly messy exposure regarding her husband’s infidelity with the wife of a comic, finally forces Betty to face the harsh reality regarding her marriage. Betty tells Helen, her divorced neighbor, in "The Inheritance"<b> </b>(S2, E10) that Don has moved out of the house. She is undecided about the future of the marriage and responds, "Sometimes I think I'll float away if Don isn't holding me down." Her divorce from Don Draper, when she learns the truth of her husband’s past, and her remarriage to Henry Francis, does nothing to alleviate her feelings of insecurity. Although she made no secret of her contempt for all things Ossining, she lives in the same house with her new husband that she once shared with Don. She has never been a bad parent, perhaps a little disengaged, but she is becoming increasingly irrational with Sally and Bobby. Henry's mother observes the children during a particularly stressful Thanksgiving in "Public Relations" (S4, E1) and tells her son "They are terrified of her". Betty responds in "Tomorrowland" (S4, Ep13) when Henry asks her why she fired Carla "I want a fresh start". However, she appears overwhelmed by the prospect of leaving her old life behind and lies down on Sally's unmade bed. </div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This post is dedicated to Sterling, Cooper Draper and Pryce's most senior member of staff, Ida Blankenship: she was conscientious and loyal to the bitter end.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">~ </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Guest contributor Whistlingypsy's blog is <a href="http://distant-voicesandflickering-shadows.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Distant Voices and Flickering Shadows</span></a>. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div>

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