Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills

I've begun to watch Mad Men: Season One. It's a fantastic show. I wasn't sure if I would get into it, but it really is fantastic. It's full of characters that you might find difficult to like: womanizers, adulterers, cut-throat business men, Republicans, etc (hehe, jk.) But in the end, they reveal how vulnerable each of these characters is, and show you how to like every one of them.
The show is also full of interesting social issues, as the world of 1960 finds progress being made in the world; homosexuality, educated/strong women, divorce, the need for psychiatry, etc. You find these people being challenged, their hegemonic lifestyle being faced with change. I've always found Post-WWII society to be such a fascinating era, the way we have written it as this Golden Age.

Also, my mom and I shared this little moment today. It was this moment where, I could tell, we saw how we both share the same human experience. We were talking about love, and how you love someone long after you're with them; how it carries on with you. It was a nice moment, and it's been that way more often. Because there was definitely a time when my mother and I fought more than we did talk. And can my mother and I fight. My mom and I fighting would be quite the spectacle, if we were to ever fight outside of privacy. She likes to raise her voice, which I rarely find a use for. That's how you know when you have breached me, when I have started to raise my voice. Even my temper is often silent, up until the point of my feeling violent - which takes a lot. But sometimes, if you can get me in just the right emotional mood, I can't help but begin to raise my voice. But it's only with people I love, with people I believe I'm safe enough to be that uninhibited with.