Judging from this picture, even if you haven’t watched Mad Men, you’d probably tag Don Draper as the ultimate man’s man.
If I had a boss like this, I’d be along the same lines as Peggy saying, “All we want to do is please you”. Who wouldn’t want to? Don Draper exudes a regal, entitled aura; you wouldn’t care if you were shining his shoes, you’d do anything to be around that power. You’d do anything to be in his good graces.
Of course, his dashing good looks have their part to play as well.
What’s most appealing is the way he manages his Creative team. A few episodes ago, Lane Pryce, the financial officer at the company, blasts the “lazy” habits of the creative department. With his cool confidence and unflappable self-composure, Don retorts:
“You came here because we do this better than you, and part of that is letting our creatives be unproductive until they are.”
He believes in his team and they in turn believe in themselves. So much so, that he’s weened Peggy into this poised, more confident woman. (Makes me wonder what type of woman I’d become under tutelage like that ^_~). And he understands it’s all about small, moderated doses. He gives them just enough approbation to have them aching for moreâ€¦
I know, it’s a bit silly that I’m acknowledging him as if he’s a real person. He’s just a character. But if chief executives, bosses, creative directors, hell…men in general…actually studied these lines and studied his ‘character’ – I think they’d have more clout amongst their constituents, their clients…and their women.
Of course, it’s only appropriate to end this post in the words of the divine Don Draper. So here are some of my favorite quotes…just enough to keep you wanting more:
“Every woman wants choices. But in the end, none wants to be one of a hundred in a box. She’s unique. She makes the choices and she’s chosen him. She wants to tell the world, he’s mine. He belongs to me, not you. She marks her man with her lips. He is her possession. You’ve given every girl that wears your lipstick the gift of total ownership.”
“You’re a nonbeliever. Why should we waste time on kabuki?”
Says who? Just so you know, the people who talk that way think that monkeys can do this. And they take all this monkey crap and just stick it in a briefcase completely aware that their success depends on something more than their shoeshine. You are the product. You feeling something. That’s what sells. Not them. Not sex. They can’t do what we do. And they hate us for it.
Gentlemen, I sell products, not advertising. I can’t see as far into the future as Duck…but if the world is still here on Monday, we can talk.
The world continues without us. There’s no reason to take it personally.
I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie, there is no system, the universe is indifferent.
I have a life. And it only goes in one direction. Forward.