ICONFESS, I don’t watch Mad Men. I say this with reluctance because every time I admit it — to friends, relatives, coworkers, strangers — I’m answered with the same sputtering combination of disbelief, dismay and disdain. What? You don’t watch Mad Men? Don’t you understand how good it is? Yes, I do. And as we enter year-end list-making season, I look forward to being reminded about it again and again ( and again). I can’t remember a show that was so universally celebrated since, well, the last show that was universally celebrated, namely The Wire . And that’s the problem. I’m suffering from quality show fatigue.
It’s not Mad Men’s fault. I recognise that it earned a Sopranos - esque 16 Emmy nominations this year. I accept that everyone around me, like brain-hungry zombies, now seems to have only three objectives in life: ( 1) eat; ( 2) watch Mad Men; ( 3) persuade me to watch Mad Men. I’m also aware that, while it feels as if about two million people have tried to convert me to this show, there are, ironically, only about two million US viewers watching the show each week, or roughly 11 million fewer people than watch House , a show no one has tried to force me to embrace. [ Australian figures for Mad Men