There have been dramatic shows that I’ve really liked over the years –“The Sopranos,”“Breaking Bad,”“The X-Files”– but none come near, in my opinion, to “Mad Men.” It’s the closest thing to a good novel I’ve ever seen on television, and I will miss it dearly once it’s gone.
Part of the reason may be personal: I interned at an advertising agency in college, and, while I enjoyed the experience, looking back on it, it wasn’t nearly as glamorous as the world presented on “Mad Men.” Of course, in fairness, I was a lowly intern, so perhaps I wasn’t invited to partake in the boozing, sexy-time shenanigans that Don, Roger, and the gang enjoyed these past several years.
Also, because all the characters are flawed – no heroes or villains here – they’ve come
across as more human and relatable than just about any characters in the history of
television.
Anyway, without further rambling, I invite my fellow Mad Maniacs to join me beneath
the Joan Harris (orange and curvy) for a bout of finale predictions. I have but one rule:
You must include one ridiculous prediction, sort of akin to picking a 14-seed to wind up in the Final Four.
And if you don’t like what’s being said in this diary, well, then, change the conversation.