Mad Men Epilogue

at  my brother Bill’s suggestion, this is the best I can do without my copywriters

Don Draper went back to advertising a new man and used his transformation to pull humanity together.He created the COKE commercial and went home to NY where he always wanted to live. Proceeds from his company support: Meditate your way to a better life.

Joan and Don later married and combined their families. “Uncle Roger” still visits when he is not in Paris or Montreal.

Betty had a miraculous recovery and continued her psychology studies, she was last seen getting into a limo to cohost the Dr. Phil show.

Mr. Frances went on to be governor of NY changing his name to Cuomo to win the Italian vote.

Megan Draper drifted off into the LA sunset and is scheduled to appear on an infomercial next Sunday selling frozen French meals like the dinner she often made for Don:poulet au vin.

Pete and his wife lived happily ever after in Kansas, later joined by their second child and Tammy’s sister, Dorothy.

Sally joined the peace corps after college graduation and started smiling: she followed in her mother’s footsteps and helped Glenn after his return from the war.

Bobby and Gene Drapper grew up, studied medicine, and became advertising executives. They now attend Burning Man every year.

Peggy and her husband lived happily ever after, until one day, in their 80s, they died.

Burt Copper comes back every Christmas time to remind us all that things do get better if only we believe.

The over 45 audience exits off stage, pours themselves a Manhattan for old times sake, and says, There goes an end of an era, twice.

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Rebranding at will

Imagine you are walking down the streets of New York City and you have not been branded yet. There is no story tagged to you, like a piece of tobacco rolled up in thin white paper without a name, you no longer have a label or a story. Gone is your award for class clown, bully, or friend, along with your tag lines: the family hero, writer, artist, black sheep, and on and on.

You, like the pieces of tobacco rolled in thin white paper have no brand. You are free to create your own brand. You can shake off what defined you and write your own story. Like the Virginia Slim, you can ‘go a long way baby.’ The projections of you can be wiped out like your fb account. This is what happened when I rebranded my dog Mu.

Mu was our first puppy. I fell in love with her from the beginning; failing to tell my husband she was not a pure bred til we were half way home. Five months into our relationship, things went bad. Mu grew powerful and started yanking at my shirt sleeve at the end of our walk. The louder I yelled, the more she tugged.

We went for walks or rather she did, with me almost achieving lift off as she dragged me down the path. What to do with this mutt, we should have bought a pure bred?

I told so many stories about my bad, bad dog, that people who knew me then, often ask now, “what ever happened with your crazy dog?”

Then one day, I picked Mu up from an overnight at the vet. I could hardly believe my eyes; there she stood, straight and still with the vet. I asked how she behaved: “Great, she is a sweetheart.”

On my way home I realized Mu was not crazy after all. I needed owner training. With the help of a kind friend, Cathy, I took control of the leash.

I then changed the story. Mu truly was a sweet dog and I started telling people that. In a few short conversations, my little Mu, became branded as the best little boxer this side of the Atlantic.

Now, back in New York City, as you walk through those streets smelling the car fumes and seeing the lights of possibility, you can take that energy and mold yourself into the creature you want to be ~ the one that lives on your own terms and sits like The Thinker, real or metaphorical, its own divine creation, living just once in a burst of beautiful light.

Like Don Draper of Mad Men, you can write your soul, for better or for worse. And as Don did, and I did for Mu you can take a story that condemns you, rewrite it, start spreading it, and change it.


Cocktails: Mad Men’s Legacy

I tune in to MAD MEN and I feel like I am watching childhood  from an adult’s point of view.  I remember the cocktails and the cigarettes that were present in so many places back then…my friend’s father downing a gin and tonic at lunch with no thought.  Last night Don, the  hero, asked his secretary to stop him at 3 drinks.  Drinks he takes from his office bar as soon as he becomes stressed.

It took me years in social work and education to get the addictive relationship between people and alcohol or any drug really.  And this is how I see it after watching LEAVING LAS VEGAS twice and working with people in rehabilitation.

Dear Alcohol:

I can’t find you anywhere and I miss you so.  You are the only one who can soothe my aching soul with the warmth that caresses my insides while I search to numb the pain by finding love from the outside.  I do not know how I will get more of you or at least enough for today.  There are the old beer bottles that sit waiting for redemption.  I will get up and get them now.  ‘Ooh, I can’t quite do it, my stomach seems to bounce up to my throat when I rise.  Maybe later. ‘

It’s later my dear Alcohol.  I just woke up, ok there are enough bottles for return to buy a pint.

The store was busy, I grabbed you as soon as I could and put you under my coat.


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