With finely drawn characters, each with their own quirks and unpredictabilities, I was intrigued and on the edge of my seat. I would be hard pressed to say who was my favorite. Of course, Don Draper is the heart of the show, and as an adult, I relate in different ways to all the core players. But, for this self-confessed Daddy's girl, it is Sally Draper who wins my heart. (I clearly wish there was a younger actress category. Then Kiernan Shipka could also have a chance for a Golden Globe.)
Like Sally, I clearly favored my Dad over my mom. While my mom was not anywhere as cold a mother as Betty Draper, she was definitely not a let's hug and bake cookies June Cleaver type. Most of the affection I received was given by the handsome man pictured here in a Don Draper style grey suit. Oh, how I adored him, more than enough to allow him, at my wedding, the pleasure of a father-daughter dance to that sappy favorite,"Daddy's Little Girl". So totally uncool, but, if it made him happy, I was more than willing to accommodate him.
For the record, Sally is about two years younger than I would have been in the early sixties. So, it is with a child's eyes, I watch along with her as she sees history unfold. Martin Luther King's "I have a dream speech", the murder of Medgar Evers, the fear of nuclear war during the Cuban Missle Crises, the self immolation of a monk in Viet Nam, and the on air fatal shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald - TV brought all these events into America's living rooms. How could Sally remain unaffected? Or I? The times they were a'changing and so too would the patriarchal society in which we both lived. It makes me ponder what will Sally be like in the 1970's. Will she become a Mad Woman under the tutelage of the talented Peggy Olson, or will she marry young like me and find herself later in life ? There is no way of knowing, which makes it all the more delicious to contemplate.