The only person who’s having a good week in Peggy. Once again, she had undeniable chemistry with Abe, on whose lap she ended up during a ride home from a day at Jones Beach, but this time he didn’t try to write a manifesto about it; he just jumped her bones. Or maybe it’s the other way around; Peggy’s having a sexual awakening. Her absolute joy following morning sex was tempered slightly by the news of Lucky’s departure, which brings her Catholic guilt into play. She’s sure her personal happiness is being paid for with professional strife. Don’s confidence in her perks her back up, and she’s in a different place when she sits down to fine tune her pitch on Playtex gloves. Her seductive, borderline erotic reading of potential ad copy about all the places “a woman likes to touch” has Danny & Stan with their tongues practically dragging on the floor, like in a cartoon. Aroused, Stan actually pulls out the line “C’mon baby, it’s the end of the world!” when she rebuffs his clumsy advances, but gets a teensy bit of revenge when he lets her give the Playtex pitch with lipstick all over her teeth. It doesn’t matter; she still hits a home run. And takes everything right in stride. A few years ago, that probably wouldn’t have happened. Someone’s growing up.
