I watched Mad Men on AMC last night. Mad Men is a new male existential crisis drama from someone peripherally involved in The Sopranos, a.k.a. the premier male existential crisis drama of the aughts.
Though Mad Men captivates, the hourlong drama also repulses. Most modern media—television, the novel, films, music, and MOST certainly visual art—is about men and their existential crises. Mad Men takes this noxious formula a step farther: the show is also about advertising. Thus, we must not only love another show about another man’s ennui, but we must also love a show that forces us to sympathize with a hawker of useless commodities.