Joan and Peggy: Mad Men women under fire

It’s no secret I am riveted by every episode of this season’s Mad Men.  This week’s episode displayed some bold moves by the women of the cast (*spoiler alert*).


Joan essentially agreed to have sex in exchange for partnership in the agency.


Peggy is not only leaving the agency but elected to join Draper’s competition.

How far apart are these woman on the moral spectrum?   Which one did the right thing?  Who did the wrong thing?  Which one should be championed?

Before you answer, I offer some varied perspectives:

Joan: money was more important than her self-respect.


Peggy:  no amount of money could compensate for the ego beating she endured at Don’s hand.

Or?: they both had an agenda and they followed through to get what want.

Joan: was desperate.  She has a baby to think about and no husband to support them.


Peggy: was in control.  She was fed up with the way she was being treated and schemed to leave.

Or?:  they were both pawns – Joan to Lane and Peggy to Don’s nemesis – and didn’t even make choices for themselves.

Joan: Don begged her not to take the money and sell out.


Peggy: Don begged her to take the money and sell out.

Or?: it wasn’t about the woman’s self-worth or the “right” choice, it was about getting them to do what Don wanted them to do.  In the end, both women defied or disappointed him.

Joan:  did what was best for her family.


Peggy: did what was best for her career.

Or?: both were motivated by revenge.

Some may see these situations as simple to dissect.  But me?  I say the women of Mad Men are deeper and more complex than snap judgment.

Do you watch Mad Men?  What did you think of Joan and Peggy actions?

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Is all of life an indentity crisis? Or is it just me?

Now that I’m tanned, fed and no longer sleep deprived, I’m started to ponder some deeper questions.  Is 5’2 the maximum height Snooki’s baby can hope for?  Would Jen Garner have had a third if she had one of each first?  Are Gwynnie’s ovaries whining now that she is always holding baby Blue?

And then somehow this question popped into my head:  WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?

In sad contradiction to my 30s, I was the most certain teen I knew.  Since my junior high days, I can recall countless essays and papers spent detailing my life in the YEAR 2000 (sung in the Conan theme).  It looked like this —

To do:

Married.  CHECK.

Two kids, a boy and a girl.  CHECK.

Lawyer.  CHECK.

Home owner.  CHECK (it’s not our home, but it is technically home to someone).

Wait a minute second!  You know what this means??  I have accomplished all my goals in life!   Woo-hoo!  I never wavered in my path and now I am living proof that with determination and hard work you can achieve anything you want.

And then what??

I’m too young to be having a mid-life crisis, but I spend most of my days generally lost and confused.  Even when I am happy and in the moment, there is the nagging feeling that something is out of place.  Are Chloe’s pants on inside out?  Are there a handful of Cheerios in the shoe I just put on?  Oh no, I just don’t recognize myself at all.  That’s what it is!

I’d love to blame this on my kids and say that being home with them isn’t stimulating enough, but it’s simply not true.  I had a full-time job until just a few months weeks days minutes, a short while ago (ok, that’s another story).  Still I questioned my identity as a lawyer pretty much every second I sat behind that computer.

So I ask myself for the bajillionth time – WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE CARINN?

Back at the drawing board, I wanted to be armed with important information — 2012’s list of the worst jobs and a reminder that others have it worse:

#7, meter reader.  Sounded ok until I read they get shot at regularly.

#4, oil rig worker.  I have no idea what an oil rig worker does but I once loved watching Deadliest Catch.  Does that make me qualified to judge?

Wasn’t Ben’s character in Armageddon an oil rig worker? Doesn’t look so bad from here.

#1 worst job, the Lumberjack.  Not to be confused with my #1 favorite breakfast, the Lumberjack, consisting of two eggs, bacon and a light fluffy pancake.

Ok, well now I’m hungry.  Figuring out the rest of my life will have to wait until after breakfast.

My rose colored babies

Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the fact that I just had a vacation away from the kids. Maybe it’s just May (yes, you know what that means).

Whatever it is I have to tell you, my friends, I LOVE my kids.  That’s right – this is big news.  Everything they say and do is adorable.  For four days straight!

On Friday I let Gavin eat a popsicle with his dinner.  And you know what?  He ate the popsicle first AND finished all his dinner.  Then he got another one.

We went shopping and I scored this:

How can it be a bad day when you score a DVF for Gap top for $10.49 (originally $35!!)?!?!?!

We spent Saturday at the park and I actually RAN when my son asked me to run.  That’s right.  I didn’t fake start to run and then just walk behind him.  Like Forrest Gump, I was RUN-NING.

in my Toms!

"Mommy, can I run with my shirt on my head?" Crazy idea but good form!

Catch me if you can! (ok I was losing steam by now)


Baby girl wants to join the fun - UPPY!

No tantrums, messes or incessant requests to “hold me mommy” could get me down last week.

Outfit change. How cute am I??

It's hysterical to run full speed away from mommy

I have infinite amounts of energy, patience and time for them.  And it seems they have infinite amounts of love and hugs for me.

What is going on???   Can anyone explain?  Surely my rose colored view of our time will darken, probably at the same instant I hit publish on this post.  But until then I just want time to stop so I can soak up every amazing minute with my babies.

I simply cannot get enough of them right now.

Me and my shadows

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Lost in Paradise

Hello there!  Oh how I’ve missed you my blogging friends!  I can say that with 100% sincerity, even though this was my view while I was gone.

The view from our free super-duper upgrade room - huge perk of the mid-week vacay

That’s right, Ian and I spent three nights in Puerto Rico — our first vacation alone since we had kids.  It was nothing short of amazing.  We slept soundly (though I couldn’t stay in bed more than 7 hours, wth?!?), we took naps on the beach and I enjoyed more reading, writing and yoga than I could have ever imagined.

There was also a lot of this:

Behold the ice cold bucket of beer

which quickly turned into this:

Empty discarded cans littered our beach chairs. Yes, that's Ian in the background passed out


Yes, I'm having another beer. Judge away.

It was a much needed escape for both of us and was an amazing experience for Ian and I to reconnect as a couple — more than just our stolen moments here and there.

We were our old silly and goofy and carefree selves

We had absolutely no internet access and it was remarkably easy to ditch the smartphones.   Neither of us had any social media withdrawal, but I did suffer from serious baby withdrawal.  In the end it was one day too long for me, I missed the kiddos more than I could have imagined.

Thankfully my parents kept us updated -- nothing changed while we were gone.

My arms, my ears and my heart longed for my babies

I’m thrilled to be home and spending quality time with the kids today.  I just have one question…

When is nap time again??

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What kids want.

I recently caved and bought myself a pair of Tom’s shoes.

I even splurged for the Vegan pair, made from hemp with recycled plastic for the sole. Cool, right?

I had held out for a long time.  It just seemed to me that Toms shoes were something for kids.  Ok, not like my kids, but you know, young-ens, whippersnappers, ‘kids these days’ kids.  Read: not my demographic.

The more I heard about the founder and creator of the shoe and the work he does, the less I could resist.  It married something I perceive as ‘fresh’ with social responsibility.  That’s a win-win in my book.

However, there are some other products out there aimed at the ‘kids’ of which I will NOT partake.

Freshly cracked eggs in MOST areas? What is the Egg McMuffin made from in OTHER areas?

You know honey, the double strand of pearls really looks best with the black Genie Bra, not the nude. Single strand, definitely white. You hit that on the head.

Remind me again why I’m wearing pearls with my bra?

The Street King by 50 Cent

Here’s an unlikely pairing if I’ve ever seen one. One energy shot for you, one meal for a hungry child.  And does the 50 Cent/the Street King really crave an orange mango dietary supplement?  I guess cheeseburger flavor failed market tests.

Jelly Belly. The Original Gourmet Jelly Bean.

The irony of a sugar-free jelly bean was what made me pick up the package.  I mean, if you take the sugar out of jelly beans, what else is there?  That weird gel crap?

But upon closer inspection, that wasn’t the most absurd part of this product:

I hope the people who develop, create and market this crap (no pun intended) don't sleep at night.

Cause, you know, I prefer my jelly beans come without the need for a DISCLAIMER.  Especially one that reads: consumption may cause stomach discomfort AND/OR laxative effect.  Individual tolerance will vary.  We suggest starting with 8 beans or less.

Sorry kids, I’m not buying it.