Sure, I could write a whole nuanced breakdown of the complicated relationship between Don Draper and Peggy Olson. About how the mentor now has to serve under his former student and has to humble himself to accept that. Don takes a big step back right into the bottle before he learns this lesson. He also discovers the glory of pouring booze into a soda can long before Frank Reynolds would in South Philadelphia.

I could write about Don’s experience in the departed Lane Pryce’s old office. His ghost still lingers there, and Don finds it in the form of Lane’s old Mets pennant. He trashes it initially, but fishes it out and hangs it on the wall. Don would appreciate a team like the Mets, since they had such a rousing ad campaign. The drunken Don Draper rendition of Meet the Mets should be the new national anthem. The ‘69 Mets are also notable for being a team of losers that finally won a championship in their eighth season. Some could argue that Mad Men is ending in its eighth year, since two half seasons aired a year apart is pretty friggin silly.

But I digress!

Maybe I should write about Don versus the computer that, as he points out, literally takes up the space occupied by people. The lead computer technician spurs Don to suggest going after this company as new business to Bert Cooper. Cooper cockblocks Don because he’s stubborn and doesn’t want to give Draper any path back in to SC&P. This sends Don down his mini spiral and his Mets singing and accusing the computer tech of being the devil and confronting his problem with Freddy Rumsen.

But no, there’s only one thing I want to write about today, and that’s Ginsberg. Michael Ginsberg is only in this episode for a few minutes, but his presence is so lasting, so eloquent, that this scene should be commemorated with a bronze statue. The creative staff has to make way for the new room-sized computer, so the staff needs to clear out their stuff. Ginsberg insists on taking their couch. And why does he needs this couch?

The other one is full of farts.

It’s a metaphor for everything. Don Draper’s soul? Full of farts. Peggy Olson’s career? Full of farts. EVERYTHING ON MAD MEN IS FULL OF FARTS. THE FART MACHINE IS TOO FULL.

It’s the fart machiiiiiiiine

Nuanced, thought-provoking; it’s everything I love about Mad Men in one smelly package.