During one episode of Mad Men (which I realize I mention at least three times a week in this blog, and if you haven’t seen it, please do so RIGHT NOW. I’ll wait … Done? Good.), Don tells Betty that they need to go out with some important clients. Betty, deflated, replies, “Is this the one where I talk, or the one where I don’t talk?”
It is a line that, occasionally, I have used on my husband, though perhaps not very apt.
“You can always talk,” he tells me. Nevermind that it has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion.
There was, for example, the time I got into a conversation with a lovely gentleman from the east coast who asked me what I did. I explained that I had started out in editorial journalism, but decided it was “utter crap” and considered broadcast journalism, which I deemed “even crappier” and basically had settled on blogging and freelancing, because it was “less crappy than journalism.”
Turned out the gentleman I was talking to sat on the board of the Washington Post.
Don’t tell me I don’t got a way with words. (more…)