I'm starting to get annoyed at the math involved in Betty's pregnancy-- the Derby party would have been held on May 4th, 1963 and the self-immolation of the Vietnamese monk was on June 11. Kennedy's televised address about the Cuban Missile Crisis was on October 22 (Betty's pregnant and has her assignation with the handsome Captain Awesome-shaped stranger).
Assuming she was about six weeks pregnant, by all means, she should have popped by now. Or be ready to explode within the next episode which
takes place about two weeks after this one, judging by the previews.
Barb,
are we positive the stranger is not the baby's father?
are we positive the stranger is not the baby's father?
Yep. The beginning of that episode was her at the doctor's office having her pregnancy confirmed and there's also a scene in the episode where she discusses the situation with her friend, Francine, saying it's not a good time for her to be pregnant.
The pregnancy occurred during that bout of comfort sex on the floor of her childhood bedroom when they visited her father a few episodes before.
ETA: Which happened in Ep. 10, at the end of which, is when Don takes off for California on the business trip and then he was gone for something like three weeks, IIRC.
okay then. I guess the math is weird!
Did anyone else laugh when Betty told her father that he was selfish? It didn't even occur to Betty to comfort our daughter.
Did anyone else laugh when Betty told her father that he was selfish? It didn't even occur to Betty to comfort our daughter.
Betty's a classic example of "Do as I say, not as I do."
That and she wants both the privileges and freedom of being an adult with the protection and cosseting that comes with being someone's little girl or cherished princess. And like so many other cherished princesses, there's only room for one in the household.
Did anyone else laugh when Betty told her father that he was selfish? It didn't even occur to Betty to comfort our daughter.
I didn't laugh because everything about Betty makes me terribly sad.
It was kind of poignant for me, because whenever my dad would try to talk to my mom about death, she would refuse to listen. Which is why there was such a clusterfuck after he died. At least Gene had a folder :)
That and she wants both the privileges and freedom of being an adult with the protection and cosseting that comes with being someone's little girl or cherished princess. And like so many other cherished princesses, there's only room for one in the household.
Such a perfect description.
Did I miss a mention of the horribleness of Peggy's mother? Loved the guilt trip AND the fact that she could not wait to watch the "poisoned" television. I am glad Peggy is moving out, though I foresee trouble with the new roomie.
