You know, if John Slattery showed a little more leg (with garters, of course), I might be inclined to watch Mad Men. Until such things come to pass, I’ll spend Sunday nights wrapped in the warm embrace of Adult Swim.
Related funny image that just popped into my head: me as the photographer for this shoot, reenacting that scene from Fame where the guy is all like, “Take off your top, Coco!”, except I’d be like, “Drop the pants, Slattery!”, and he’d be crying and sucking his thumb, but he’d totally do it anyway, because fame and fortune are way more important than morals. America’s Next Top Model has taught us that, if nothing else. Well, that and smizing.