By Josh Oakley
“What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons.”
Mad Men, as with any show, is compromised of more than any one hour, even its last. But the final moments are guaranteed to spark severe reactions. Bookends provide a guide, in art and in life, to the rest of the story. Endings can be disappointing when they don’t finish the thought the viewer believed the artist had started, or when one sees those last words as muddled or incoherent. Of course, as with anything genuine, the ending doesn’t truly define the whole. It simply lingers, like the aftertaste of a drink. All that being said, I believe that Don found peace. But even that happiness can be bottled and sold.