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5 Things We Love About the New Mrs. Draper

Like so many other devotees of Faye Miller (and of Don Draper’s first mature romantic relationship!), we were convinced at the end of Mad Men’s last season that Don’s rejection of the levelheaded blond doctor Faye in favor of his French-Canadian sexpot secretary, Megan Calvet, would kick our symbolic tumbling ad-man silhouette down a few more storeys.   And though Don’s lurch toward Megan may have been fueled by the same chancy escapism that first brought him to Betty, Megan, it turns out, is made of sterner stuff. She’s completely won us over, and many of us here at DivineCaroline are nursing a giant girl-crush on her. As editor Allison Ford pointed out, she’s the first girl on the show we can picture hanging out with in real life. She worries about her reputation at work. She talks back to Don. And, oh yeah, her clothes.
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She's devoted to her job.
She demands to be an equal partner.
She controls Don's wardrobe.
She calls him on his crap.
Sarcastic eating!

Sarcastic eating!

To be a woman is to receive instructions. Constantly! Just ask any bride ever (bridedom is but a form of heightened womanhood). For Megan, this comes to a head at the HoJo, after a full day of Don derailing everything Megan thinks she is about to do. Peggy’s important Heinz presentation? No, Don insists they skip work and get a look at this new orange and green motor hotel so far upstate it’s practically in Canada. Stop by to see her parents since they will be so close? Sorry, her parents are visiting next week. Nap in the car? Nope, Don must smoke. By the time they arrive and have finished sampling everything on the HoJo restaurant menu, Megan has winnowed her needs down to pie. Just pie. “How about some pie?” she gamely asks the waitress. But no! It will be orange sherbet, corrects Don, because Megan is going to love it. And when she pushes the glass aside after a polite taste, Don accuses her of trying to embarrass him. “Oh, you’re right,” she says, and begins shoveling giant spoonfuls of the stuff into her mouth with such delightful malevolence that we almost hope some overbearing waiter tests us sometime just so we can pay tribute to this newfound art of absolutely withering ingestion.

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She demands to be an equal partner.

When Betty has the cancer scare, one of the first things Megan says—and the last thing Don wants to hear—is that she’ll take care of the kids. Megan also reminds him that he should have told her what was going on sooner. But it’s not their relationship Don is focused on right now. He’s entered into a strange moment of grief-triggered musical wives in which Megan becomes the old Betty Draper to the new Betty’s Anna Draper; Betty is suddenly aged, untouchable, and about to disappear. Don spits out, “Megan, you’re twenty-six years old.” Megan, unfazed, shoots back: “So I don’t understand death?”

Photo: Michael Yarish/AMC

She controls Don's wardrobe.

Okay, this one is less serious, but humor us, the image of Don in the hilarious plaid blazer out in the burbs with Pete? It is a little emasuclating, sure, but then Pete’s faucet erupts into a giant spray that spews out all over the kitchen, creating a reason for Don to 1) strip down to his undershirt and 2) win the dinner party by fixing the sink before Pete can even get his tools out, which is tragic for Pete because he clearly wants to be Don Draper but there is only one Don Draper. (And yes, the metaphors involving “tools,” “plumbing,” and other not-so-subtle references to man junk will extend for just about ever.) Later, in the car, when Don wants to spray his non-theoretical seed all over Megan’s ladybits for the purposes of making babies, she is like NO, but seriously you were awesome with the sink and the emasculating of every other man in the room.

Photo: Michael Yarish/AMC

She calls him on his crap.

It’s Megan talking, but we can also hear strains of Peggy and Joan:

“You can like to work, but I can’t like to work.”

Photo: Michael Yarish/AMC

Sarcastic eating!

To be a woman is to receive instructions. Constantly! Just ask any bride ever (bridedom is but a form of heightened womanhood). For Megan, this comes to a head at the HoJo, after a full day of Don derailing everything Megan thinks she is about to do. Peggy’s important Heinz presentation? No, Don insists they skip work and get a look at this new orange and green motor hotel so far upstate it’s practically in Canada. Stop by to see her parents since they will be so close? Sorry, her parents are visiting next week. Nap in the car? Nope, Don must smoke. By the time they arrive and have finished sampling everything on the HoJo restaurant menu, Megan has winnowed her needs down to pie. Just pie. “How about some pie?” she gamely asks the waitress. But no! It will be orange sherbet, corrects Don, because Megan is going to love it. And when she pushes the glass aside after a polite taste, Don accuses her of trying to embarrass him. “Oh, you’re right,” she says, and begins shoveling giant spoonfuls of the stuff into her mouth with such delightful malevolence that we almost hope some overbearing waiter tests us sometime just so we can pay tribute to this newfound art of absolutely withering ingestion.

_Photo source: polentical.com

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