There’s always the disclaimer, the Reveille to praising his beautiful, sexual dominance: he’s such an misogynistic a**hole. Yes. This may be true. He’s a hypocrite, a womanizer, a man’s man in a man’s world…but that’s part of the strange, animal attraction.
Those who haven’t seen it– you might assume I’m some raving mad hormonal mess (which might be, but is beside the point)– but this is *nature*. It is *natural* to be attracted to Don Draper. A law heavier than gravity. No, seriously: watch him seduce a woman and come home to a loving family. Moral wars and repulsion to such behavior aside– Don Draper somehow pulls it off and still manages to make me fall in deep, angsty lust. Me, and a whole nation of women.,.
When we study gender issues (which is usually addressing females as the marginalized in a patriarchal society), I feel like there’s the Token No theory that presupposes (lack of) sexual consent (or fatal mis-communication during foreplay), but no one discusses that women also have a double standard. Don’t we? Isn’t that why some of us are attracted to “assholes” but love talking about it (and following through, no less)?
Not to say: inequality between genders is so very inconvenient. There are a strange number of daily phrases or vocabulary that are awkward to use with whomever you’re attracted to, and in this case: females to males. I won’t get into it.
So what is this Don Draper effect? It’s as though I excuse his multitude of sinful indiscretions because he’s a charismatic, physically attractive, tremendously masculine man who can have as many and much as he wants, and acts like it. The smell of his vices– cigarettes and liquor– are his eau de seduction. These are all things I clearly feel but don’t agree with.
I don’t want to marry him, but if he asked me, I would probably say yes.
There’s the constant contradiction. I can’t blame this one on pheromones.