I'm already in Mad Men withdrawal and am trying to figure out how I'm going to fill the void left by the exquisite equivalent of the dark, independent film I've been watching each Sunday evening since July. But fear not. I've come up with an idea. While it's going to seem like forever until we get fresh episodes featuring Don Draper & Co., I've decided to blog weekly about the exploits of the ladies of Wisteria Lane, the Desperate Housewives.
I know, you're saying, "Desperate Housewives doesn't hold a candle to Mad Men." Which is true. No show on TV, except maybe Lost, is comparable to the Matt Weiner masterpiece.
Or maybe you're thinking, "That show is sooo five years ago." (During the days when it snagged two Golden Globe awards for best comedy and offered stellar suburban satire.)
But, in case you haven't noticed, DH has been undergoing a comedic revival this season. The let's-vault-five-years-into-the-future stunt has paid off as the show has regained some of its season one mojo. In the past few weeks, we've seen the once glamorous Gabby Solis transformed into an "everymom," very much dressed down as she's busy raising her two daughters, including one with a weight problem (the one who recently walked in on Gabby and hubby Carlos having . . . relations, or, as they told her, "wrestling"). Lynette and Tom Scavo have struggled with their troublesome teens. Bree Van de Kamp Hodge has emerged as an up-and-coming Martha Stewart, complete with a disintegrating home life. Susan Mayer, freshly divorced (her second), is having difficulties raising her young boy while trying to date. (Read my review of this season of DH here.)
Starting next week, Mondays at the Suburban Mom: Notes from the Asylum will now feature regular Desperate Monday installments, where we can dish about America's premiere suburban moms, only with a satirical twist. Looking forward to reading your comments.
Image credit: ABC.
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