I sincerely hope you have been watching Mad Men, and that you have not waited as long as I did to discover its addictive charms. Sean and I raced through Season One (courtesy of Netflix, that devilish dealer ) and are now catching up on Season Two (courtesy of OnDemand, that wily enabler). Soon we'll be at the point where we have to watch it on Sunday nights like the rest of the world, complete with (gasp!) commercial breaks, but for now we're gobbling it up greedily---two, three, four episodes a night---like it's the best thing since sliced bread. The writing is stellar, the characters are compelling, and oh, the clothes, the clothes! I defy you not to watch an episode without logging on to eBay afterwards and searching for "dress from 1962 that makes me look like Betsy Draper." I swear, I do it every time without fail.