Show Notes
The Mistress and the Car
Retrieve your horsemeat gabbagool, you’ll want something to nosh on while you listen to this week’s episode with David J. Roth from Defector, The Distraction, and It’s Christmastown podcasts, joining Matt and Vince to talk about Mad Men season three episode eleven, “The Gypsy and the Hobo.”
In America, horses are our friends. At least that’s what David told some nice Italian folks who tried to serve him cured horse meat. In 1962, horses were both our friends, and our dog’s food, and Americans were struggling with this dichotomy. Enter Annabelle Mathis, CEO of a horsemeaty dog food company, and Roger’s old flame. She wants Sterling Cooper’s help to convince people that it’s fine for Lassie to eat Secretariat. She also wants one more roll in the hay with Roger, but he’s more interested in telling her she’s an ugly old hag who blew it when she left him. In his defense, when he drinks, he gets really funny.
Back at the Draper residence, Betty confronts Don about his box full of secrets, and spills the beans. He admits everything. Everything other than the fact that he left his daughter’s teacher in the car down the street to sit and wait while he finally gets (mostly) honest with his wife. In his defense, the teacher is really pretty.
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