When The Great Gatsby rolls out to theaters across the country this weekend, it will bring to the screen a story familiar to millions from a literary classic that’s often dubbed the proverbial “Great American Novel.” Here’s what many folks don’t know: even though the book was published nearly 90 years ago and is a long-established part of our shared cultural heritage, it has not yet entered the public domain.
3. Peggy Olson (last week: 2)
New York City. May 17, 1968.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE.
The firms of Margaret Olson and This Is Some Bullshit would like to announce that it would’ve been nice if SOMEONE had consulted her about her new boss shacking up with the self-destructive human tire-fire of a mentor she finally found the courage to leave, hoping to make her own name in the world. Especially since her seemingly NICE new boss has now become an inappropriate object of sexual desire that she fantasizes about while physically engaging her perfectly sweet, if somewhat deadbeat, live-in boyfriend in their total splinter-riddled dump of a new apartment. Things were complicated enough! And now they expect everybody to move back into the place she so recently broke free of? Where, incidentally, a manipulative weasel who put an unwanted baby inside her also works?
“Make it sound like the agency you want to work for,” commanded partner and advertising sun king Donald Draper of his new copy chief, who is a pretty accomplished professional in her own right, before summarily promoting her to partner and giving her a corner office, a company car, and an annual salary of one million American dollars, plus benefits. “We know this is all a huge inconvenience,” continued Mr. Draper, “and you can be assured that your name will be on the wall, in front of mine. You’re worth it.”
Margaret Olson would like to stress that she is not even 30 years old. “What she’s accomplished at such a young age is truly staggering,” added Draper. “I am continually in awe of her.”
We are all Peggy Olson sometimes.
Dr. Johnson said, rightly, that anyone who decides to write something believes herself to be wiser or wittier than the rest of mankind, and that it is up to the rest of mankind to decide if she is.
- The New Yorker contemplates Philip Roth and the art of creative writing. The conclusion: Writing is hard; professional writing is harder and criticism (and Internet commenters) come with the job. So yeah, sign me up.
When you’ve printed everything, are ready to file with the court, and the partner wants to take out Exhibit A from his declaration.
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Sadly, This tumblr is like a window to my soul.
When you tell a senior partner that there are no cases with that holding he thought he saw one time.
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Been there. Done that. Too many times.
FYI: “Santa also employs a paranormal method of observation known as “remote viewing.” This enables him to see you when you’re sleeping, know when you’re awake, and know if you’ve been bad or good. He even knows if the cookies you’re leaving out are homemade or store-bought.”
Leaving your office building and eating lunch “off-campus”
Oh god, it’s like a window on my soul.