I was drowning in potty training laundry and trying not to get too involved in Don Draper's love life, and he saved me (my dad, not Don Draper...though if I had a run-in with Don Draper I'd ask him 1. Why do you always go commando and 2. Why are you so douchey? Your 13 year old daughter can't you with another woman and you still tried to save face? Be gone, along with your alcoholic ways and bags under your angry eyes.)
I'd also ask him if Joan's boobs were fake,,but he wouldn't know, because SHE'S THe ONLY PERSON ON THAT SHOW WITH AN XX CHROMOSOME THAT HE HASNT TRIED TO BED
Yes, I watch television with closed captioning, but only because the TV Ears are still in the mail.
Speaking of Mad Men, the film"Rosemary's Baby came out in 1969 and it totally creeped me out. I GET the fact that it wasn't supposed to be a comedy, but why are old creepy movies creepier than new ones?
So, my dad and I were talking about depression and dealing with it on a daily basis and he said something I'll never forget:
"Rachel, you've struggled with this for a really long time, and you've always had to deal with a higher threshold just to live life. It's like you've said, "I've done what I can to contain anxiety, depression, all of that. Now I'm going to open up my life to help other people.
I honestly couldn't be more proud of that."
And then he cried.
And then we noticed Phoebe in the next booth over,
Doesn't matter how old you are. 35? 9?
Everyone wants their dad's approval.
I just can't help myself around a man in uniform. Don't you went to eat him up????