It’s Jon Hamm. Mad Men Finale. Last night. Go. Talk about it. If you don’t do so here I am going to do a whole separate post on it, I swear to God I will. Fine, I’ll just say it: I feel sad for Pete. I feel really, really sad for Pete’s mistress, Beth. I feel really sad for Beth. I wish she wouldn’t look at space pictures so much. They make her so sad and she has no one to talk to about it!
(Is it weird that Harry Crane is still obsessed with getting a window? I had thought Lane was maybe going to be our only suicide – if you think this is a spoiler you are not allowed to be a full week late to the party and pretend that you were emotionally invested in this – but maybe that was a trick. Maybe someone is still going to dive out that window.)