Fans often ask me, "Angry Puppet, if you were a character from a popular high-brow American television drama series, who would you be and why?" To which I reply, "Why, Betty Draper, of course."
This is Betty Draper:
This is me:
Yeah, I know. I've heard it a thousand times before -- I've been stopped in the streets: "Excuse me, are you Betty Draper?" I think it goes beyond those skin-deep similarities: our appearances so artfully kept that nary a single hair should shift out of place in a stiff breeze; the jewels, the crinoline petticoats. It's also in the defiant curl of our lip. Our rounded shoulders speak of a thousand abandonments. It's the way we've both been scorned by the one we love. And it's in the profound sadness in our cornflower blue eyes.
Next time you sit down to watch Mad Men -- while you're feeling great about having your finger so firmly on the pulse of the zeitgeist -- ponder this: what is Betty Draper but a mid-century Angry Puppet?
