Mad About "Mad Men" - The Atlantic

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Well, in my opinion, there's not a thing wrong with Mad Men, except that we only get one heavenly scoop of it a week.  (After all -- it is fiction.)

However, this article is interesting, for those of us who can't get enough of the glory that is Mad Men.

EDITOR'S CHOICE NOVEMBER 2009 ATLANTIC

What’s wrong—and what’s gloriously right—with AMC’s hit show

by Benjamin Schwarz


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