Mad Women

A few more words on sheath dresses, please. Sweet jesus, thank you for bringing these back. Having discovered Mad Men this month in a weekend telethon, I sometimes pause my Tivo every time Joan walks into a room. She has the same dress in five colors, and each one is breath taking.

I was encouraged to order my own body shaper- really so much more convenient than worrying about bra and panty lines, and this has been the fruition of a trend introduced with your very first pair of Spanx, so don’t tell me you aren’t curious. These wondrous things mean that you can eat dinner and wear viscose. Also, lord, please bless the littleshapers of the world and all the good they do.

What does it mean tho, this return to the 50’s stylings and the rapidly growing success of Mad Men? Are we seeking a more classier world view in reaction to the past ten years of reality tv and college lesbianism? The NYT noted that teenagers seemed to be reaching to cover up as opposed to flaunting it all. Hollywood has honed the art of “bump watching” through its glorification of all things pregnant, from teen Jamie Lynn to omgwhereisyourhead Angelina Jolie.

Eva Longoria Parker even bragged recently that she was a “1950’s housewife”, in contrast to some of her boozy, wild counterparts. Um, well..

Are we playing housewife dress up in a dogged determination to find something, anything, new to do? Are we scared of a big bad recession, and want to return to a mindset where we have a secure place and income, and only open our wallet for a few choice pieces?

Or was Lipstick Jungle just such a terrible executed show that we ran running the other way?