'Mad Men' and Our Mad Cool Sukkah
“Mad Men” is my favorite television show. I know, I’ve got lots of company. But the plaudits are well deserved for a show that relieves us of overstatement and laugh tracks.
Best about the incisively-written show is the recondite emotional life of its women. Sure, Don Draper (played by Jon Hamm) tries his hunky best to have mysterious moments, but the other men seem one-dimensional compared to the female characters written by Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner.
Peggy Olson, played by the fabulous Elisabeth Moss, is a female copywriter working in a man’s world. Her talent is big but her opportunities few, and her frustrations about the limitations of her roles professionally and socially play out on her expressive face.
No woman on the show is able to be her own person, really. All of the strong female leads, including secretary Joan Holloway and Betty Draper, Don’s wife, are limited by their men and the circumscribed roles generally permitted women in the early 1960s.
In their silences and facial expressions, these characters show how airless the life of middle- and upper-middle class women often was. (See Betty Friedan’s “The Feminine Mystique” for more on that.)
Mad Men has also gotten lots of press for its detailed period décor.
That Double X piece got me to thinking: What décor defines a Jewish home?
A home looks Jewish to me when you see a lot of books.
My friend B, who is Lubavitch, raised 10 children in a small Crown Heights house where every surface that isn’t used for sitting or eating is covered with books. I mean every inch of the walls in the dining room and living room, floor to ceiling, even over the doorways and outside the bathroom.
Starting Friday night we’ll begin to temporarily live in our sukkah, an impermanent home in our back yard to remind us of the impermanence of our material lives and the experience of the Israelites wandering in the desert.
As our house does, my family’s sukkah reflects who we are as a family.
We have strings of plastic fish and moose lights, one of Grateful Dead lights (for my husband the Deadhead) and others that are just pretty colors. Hanging under the schach are mylar pomegranates and other spangly decorations bought in Boro Park, a big yellow Moshiach flag (in tribute to my husband’s Lubavitch roots and our own hopes for the advent of a better time) and little wooden hanging symbols of the seven “ushpizot,” our Biblical foremothers whose spirits we hope will accompany our time in the sukkah. (You know they are my contribution.)
Our kids make construction-paper decorations, and this year I’m going to ask each of our guests during the festival to make one when they get here, so that their presence can still accompany our meals in the sukkah even after they’ve left.
I can only imagine their reaction if Don and Betty Draper were to magically appear in our sukkah. What would they make of it?
What will your sukkah look like, and what décor defines a Jewish home to you?