Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Mad Men exhibit at the Museum of the Moving Image by the numbers

Pieces of paper with valuable insights into the development of Mad Men's story: many — thirty, maybe? Fifty? The contents of the first chamber should be a book. I would read a book of notes on the development of Mad Men with unexplored plot lines, mood-boards of scenarios and half-scenes, and as much of Horseshoe* as there is in existence. But I knew I would read a book of those things. I would also continue to pay money to read those notes tacked on a wall in a very thin hallway.

Potential trolling via Easter egg: at least once. At least. My datemate saw in the recreation of the writers' room library a copy of The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton, or "the good book" according to Jon Hamm's Reverend Richard Wayne Gary Wayne in The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. It's better imagined as part of a conspiracy.

Instances of crying that surprised even myself, inveterate public crier: two. Over things I would not have expected: the sight of the "Why I'm Quitting Tobacco" letter and the golden age Draper kitchen. I love Mad Men but I figured walking through this exhibit would err on the side of delightful, not devastating. So eight years of Mad Men taught me absolutely nothing.

Instances where an absence of public crying on the part of myself inspired me to stop and wonder if I have any shred of humanity left: two. I did not lose it in Don's Time Life office. I was absorbed in it and wanted everything and so was overcome with a compulsion to make note of all its details like I was not going to go watch Mad Men again and have, really, much greater access to those details in a comparatively more private space. Also, the Chip 'n Dip was there. It does command attention.

Cameos by Scout: one.

Attempts by other museum-goers to skirt the "no photos" policy: innumerable. Their collective force succeeded in transforming me into Veep's Amy Brookheimer.

* - The Dick Whitman character was originally named Peter, and my life is now divided into the times before and after I realized the line about how "he was named after a wish his mother should've lived to see" still worked.

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