This week’s Mad Men was not my favorite. The most interesting storyline was between Don’s new secretary, Dawn, and Peggy. Thus far, Peggy has largely been our heroine. She’s been the plucky young woman fighting her way into the Madison Avenue boys club. Sure, she’s arrogant, but we’ve been telling ourselves that it was okay. It was necessary for a girl fighting an uphill battle in a man’s world. We cheered when her smugness toppled Stan as they stood naked, eye to eye. We saluted her when she stood up to Don last season, voicing her disappointment at the absence of a parade in her honor for her GloCoat kernel. But Weiner doesn’t let it end there – because in life, it never does. Arrogance and condescension mean one thing when Peggy’s hurled them at the establishment white male power structure. But when hurled at another less privileged than she, it takes on an entirely different tenor. I don’t know about everyone else, but I cringed through the entire apartment scene…then I got angry….then I remembered this is just at television show.
Peggy’s jackassery manifested itself long before she reconsidered leaving her purse unattended and within reach of her black houseguest. The moment that scene began with Dawn cheerfully talking about her family, Peggy was purely awful to Dawn. She began by telling Dawn that she identifies with her, then refused to hear much from Dawn herself. In due time, it occurs to her that since Dawn is technically a woman, Peggy can recreate her in her own image. But when Dawn expresses no interest, with a genuine, “I like my job,” Peggy unilaterally decides that it’s because “copywriter’s tough.” Then she confides her ambivalence about her career to a coworker, as if she were her childhood mammy, only to conclude the evening with suspicion about leaving her purse with one of those blacks with whom she, less than 5 minutes ago, expressed such solidarity (Activity: Count how many stereotypes Peggy invoked in that single evening). Am I the only one who thought Dawn just might prefer to face the dangers of the streets to enduring any further indignities from Peggy Olson? I wondered. Did Dawn even really stay and rise early the next morning? Or was she sufficiently disgusted to leave a polite note and quietly make her way, in the dead of night, back to the safety of Harlem?
Mad Men has not done a good job with race thus far, and it remains to be seen if it ever fully improves. But what I thought was pitch perfect was Peggy’s attitude towards this black woman. The black woman couldn’t get a word in edgewise in narrating her own story. And when finally instructed: “you can talk” could only muster a “I’m trying to…” before her character, her story, her ambitions, her point of view, were once again being written for her in Peggy’s head. To Peggy, it doesn’t really matter who Dawn is. Because the arrogant Peggy already knows. She’s just like me….she wants to be like me…..Project!!!….that’s too hard for her…..she might steal my purse…does that make me a bad person? (Trick question: Do any of these thoughts actually have anything to do with Dawn? Or do black women merely exist as potential do-gooder projects for, trusted confidants to, then potential burglars of white women?) The question is: Did Weiner deprive Dawn of her personhood? Or did Peggy? That’s a question that’s open for discussion. But my feeling is that it rang quite true for Peggy to behave so poorly. One need look no further than last year’s hit film The Help, or, for that matter, The Blind Side to see a tale of white women usurping, and drowning the voices of African Americans – using their lives not as complete human stories of their own merit, but instead as mere backdrops to their own self-reflective musings. It’s a tradition as old as America itself, and I couldn’t help wondering if that was what inspired the slumber party. If so, that’s mighty perceptive, and brave, of Weiner. I’d still like to know more about Dawn as an actual person, but I suspect the best way to achieve that is to breathe life in to her outside of the office. Perhaps the folks of SCDP can’t ever interact with a human they don’t perceive to actually exist outside of their own stereotypes. Perhaps that’s been Weiner’s point of view on race all along. Black people cannot exist in a world full of people who can only see in them reflections of themselves. Who knows?
In other news, I’m growing increasingly bored with Don and I’m happy for Joan. I wonder if Mohawk actually wanted to see work by Monday, or if Pete was up to a few tricks. There was quite a nice smirk on his face as he was leaving for the weekend.
I’ve predicted, this season, that Roger is foreshadowing Don’s future, and Ginsburg’s double-pitch certainly makes it seem like Don’s days as numero uno are numbered. Michael’s hungry, where Don is complacent. Michael is young where Don is old. I wonder if Michael:Don :: Pete: Roger. I’ve already posited that Megan:Don :: Jane:Roger. (I realize that I’m dating myself with these analogy notations, but what can I say?). We shall see. But during this episode, Mr. Ginsburg certainly grabbed my attention. I wonder what else he’s got up his sleeve this season. Time will tell.


