On the subject of nostalgia, I seem to also be nostalgic for a time in which I never even lived. This probably has another name for it than nostalgia. I was feeling that a bit when watching 400 Blows the other day. It wasn't just Paris I wanted, it was that Paris.
But, I have really been jonesin' for decades past with my new TV obsession: Mad Men. This TV obsession is different from Gossip Girl; this is actually a show everyone should be watching.
Heavy daytime drinking, smoking, and chauvinism characterize the work place, yet the people still seem classy as hell...Maybe because a small part of me wishes all that was kosher today? They're not all admirable (I hate the little turd Pete) and even the class acts stumble like in the episode I watched last night in which Sterling vomited in the reception area of the office, but that's because he had 2 dozen oysters and 3 martinis for lunch and had to walk up 20 flights of stairs due to a broken elevator. Maybe I've just been won over by the great clothes and dapper gents, but I still am jealous of their lifestyle, even if it's filled with glass ceilings, infidelity, and all that stuff.
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