And when I say addictions, I don’t mean that all of them are necessarily affecting my health, but I do realise that some are consuming my time.
So my latest strike, is watching re-runs of the hit series Mad Men.
For those of you who haven’t stumbled across this stylish, little sexist serial, it’s centred around an advertising agency in the late 50’s, early 60’s.
It’s just simply the most fabulous thing ever. From the vintage décor of the cast’s houses and offices, to the clothing both the men and women on the show get to wear.
Basically, if there was ever a wardrobe stylist that I’d like to hold to ransom, for the princely fee of every item of clothing she’s ever selected for the show, then the Mad Men wardrobe person would be first on my hit list.
And yet once I got past the visual treat of the show, I started realising just how much advertising people, and no doubt other industries at the time, drink and smoke.
No wonder we come from a generation of smokers and drinkers when you see what our grandparents got up to.
No meeting was complete without the bottle of whiskey getting wheeled out, and no genius idea was birthed without a fag in the hand of at least….most of those present.
Imagine those days? “What a great pitch, wish I remembered it!” It gives you a headache just watching it.
The other thing that’s of course hard not to notice, is the atrocious way that they treat women. I’m not saying that I wasn’t aware that we’ve come along way in the feminist movement, but seriously, talk about ‘dismissed’!
To say it was a ‘man’s world’ is just a tiny bit of an understatement. And when you realise that this era really wasn’t all that long ago, it’s worth chinking the ice to celebrate being a woman in 2011.
Or is it? Because whilst having my head attached to my laptop, up to episode 9 or 10 (series 2), I found myself smack bang in an annoying situation that made me wonder, “how far have we actually come?”
Having recently come out of a short relationship, that went from friend, to partner, and back to friend again, I couldn’t help but notice the inequality and presumption people still make when a man and woman break up.
With no one but myself and the other party being privy to our special time, when it came out it was over on the partner side of things, I was immediately labelled as un-lucky in love, and apparently nursing a broken heart?
So rather than put it down to two people, as equals, who realised they worked better as friends, and had an experience that both parties no doubt got something from, I’m thrown the un-lucky in love sash. And expected to wear it.
I couldn’t help but see the synergies to the inequality I was watching via Mad Men, to what was going on in my life. Why just presume that the woman is left shattered, and the bloke is alright?
Why is it, that men get the ‘playboy’ tag, and the woman get ‘un-lucky in love? Where does this presumption, on both sides come from?
I tell you what, if I was Jennifer Anniston to say I’d have had a gutful…..wow! Not once has any journalist ever considered this is a woman of standards and intuition, who perhaps knew that John Mayer, or whoever wasn’t right?
Why presume it was his decision alone?
It doesn’t mean she went in thinking that marriage was her ultimate destination. Perhaps she went in to enjoying the opportunity of love, and the experience of another’s point of view?
Is experience and understanding of self, really mean you’re un-lucky in love?
“Now…. where was that apron?”
DO YOU AGREE? ARE WE WOMEN TREATED AS UNLUCKY IN LOVE, AND THE BOYS A PLAYBOY? OR IS IT JUST ME….?