In case you need something to help you cope with reality (or reality television) for the next few weeks before the writers and producers come to terms, I suggest Mad Men.
I honestly can't think of a show that's given me more to mull over than this one, other than a few choice episodes of Battlestar Galactica. Mad Men is the story of advertising executive Don Draper. It's 1960. We know what's going to happen in the next ten years, but they don't. They drink, smoke, and sexually harass each other, but each character has some forward-looking qualities. In spite of being flawed, they are all drifting, in pieces, towards our world view.
To tell the truth, part of the draw of this show is from watching too many "emo" shows, where the flawed characters look anguished, whine, drink, and act like adolescents. (*cough* *cough* BSG Season 3 *cough*) No one in Mad Men is happy, and it comes out in little clues and offhanded remarks, but it's a nice change of pace from the standard melodrama.
To tell you the truth, you could watch it just for the clever deconstruction of the advertising process. You could watch it to be taken back to a more innocent time when gender roles were clear cut. You could watch it for the Machiavellian office power struggles.
I think I watch it for that credit sequence.
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