Image via WikipediaNext dinner party I will raise the question of what *is* soap opera, what is the essential shortcoming that claws it back from the realm of art.
I mean, Romeo and Juliet is pretty soapy, innit, amidst all the gorgeous words? (It's a wine-bright question and fit for our new round table.)
I'm primed to talk the subject because tonight on Mad Men Betty confronts Don about getting into his drawer of secrets last week, and he tells pretty much all -- unless there was a flashback I missed. E. thinks that Betty now has the upper hand in the caste war with her husband, rampant sexism or not.
All pretty soapy, right, all this confrontation and contrition and adultery all around?
E. asked another even more interesting question when all was done: Will Don's loss of domestic power hurt his creativity, to which I added the adjacent possibility that if he actually resolved some of his angst would *that* hurt his creativity?
God knows my own genius feeds on my flagrant neuroses, which also make me quite charming at dinner.