Every Monday morning Sloane Crosley and Logan Hill will offer their post-”Mad Men” thoughts here. Read on and share your reactions to the agency on speed, Don Draper outside Sylvia’s door and Sally Draper in a bind, in the comments:  Logan Hill: “Mad Men” may be the new “Community”: zany, stylized concept gambits are the stuff of sitcoms, where everything can just be reset, “Truman Show”-style, the next week. To do this with a drama is a bigger gamble: concept-album TV.  Sloane Crosley: There will be no shortage of diagnoses about the latest episode of “Mad Men,” in which a doctor gave the ad agency staff vitamin shots (and here I thought gratis granola and back massages were the height of modern office perks), and an intruder tried to convince the untended mini-Drapers that she was their father’s long-lost African-American “grandmother.” Was the episode genius, or did it lean on the crutch of drugs and insanity to get away with murder? Or, well … attempted lead poisoning? Was there any logic in the madness? Kenny can’t remember the difference between his mother and his girlfriend — semantics! — but that boy sure can dance.  In the spirit of the episode itself, I say that we make a random list of What We Learned From Last Night’s “Mad Men.” Ready? O.K.:  LH: Don can’t tell the difference between his mother the prostitute (who was shortchanged by his father, who couldn’t afford a condom) and his mother-figure prostitute (who took his virginity and was beaten for asking for $5).  SC: Betty might be a nightmare of a mother, but at least she’s a mother, not an older sister.  LH: To cheer up a good buddy, give him a compliment like “Your face looks like a bag of walnuts.”  SC: Peggy longs to turn the other cheek when things aren’t her speed.  LH: And Matt Weiner is not afraid of the go-for-broke metaphor: People always say that cultural change accelerated in the late ’60s, but this amphetamine-laced, practically Chipmunked episode felt like a dramatic concept record played at pop-single 45 speed.  SC: According to the police, Ms. Nutty McBaggins hit up multiple apartments in the building, yet Don expressed more concern over the safety of Sylvia when she was in Washington the day the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.  LH: Grandma Ida, that mashup of nearly every virulent racial stereotype, is final proof that Mr. Weiner has zero interest in trying to please critics.  SC: Don’s cup may runneth over with emotions and speed, but he got the last word with Sylvia by using only one during their elevator ride.  LH: Don’s flashbacks are so trippy that any minute now, he could click his heels and say, “There’s no place like the brothel, there’s no place like the brothel” — and wake up from this weird 1960s dream.  SC: Chevy has one V, and that V stands for vulnerability, which is frightening enough by itself, but really what the whole universe is about because the whole universe is bigger than all of us because we are but children in this kingdom by the sea, making saints out of the dead and soup out of tomatoes and — –  LH: This is important. Listen to the timbre of my voice! I’ve got it. I’ve figured it out. It all comes down to one thing — and I hope the commenters tell us what it is because I have no idea.  Sloane Crosley is the author of “How Did You Get This Number” and “I Was Told There’d Be Cake“; Logan Hill is a journalist who has contributed to The New York Times, New York, GQ, Rolling Stone, Wired and others.
The ad execs are on speed, no one&#8217;s watching the kids at Don Draper&#8217;s house and other moments from last night&#8217;s episode.