I caught the first three or four weeks of Mad Men‘s Season Six, but I disengaged during the European stay. Now that I’m back and in NYC, I’ve bought a season pass and plan to binge over the next few days. Last night Don Draper, the chilliest and most uptight, most fucked-up hider, cigarette smoker and chronic boozer in cable TV history, got whacked. Fired from Sterling Cooper, I mean. Good! Best thing that could have happened to this asshole. The shattering of his smug facade has been a long time coming. Go to rehab, go to jail, drop the Draper identity or at least get more in touch with your real self and your actual past, slam your car into a telephone pole, stick your head in an oven, grow a beard, become a hippie.