down the days until the new season of Mad Men with my panties in a bunch, when I picked up the book Mad Women by Jane Maas. Maas was both a copywriter and a creative director at Ogilvy & Mather in the penis-slinging hustle of the New York advertising world in the 1960s. The book articulates the agony of ecstasy of a career woman in the misogynistic though mesmerizing world of advertising, but readers, with a penis or without a penis, will like the wit and insight the book gives about advertising's history and evolution, its campaign philosophies, bad habits, artful departure, its sex, drinking and genius. All that Drinking, Smoking, Sex? Really? Yes, yes and yes, says Jane Maas. In one chapter, she gives birth and holds the newborn with one hand, while she smokes with the other, in the hospital bed. She says Mad Men fans always ask if they really drank as they do on the show. "Most people drank most of the time," she says. "It was the custom then to drink before eating, during eating, and after eating. Then everyone came back to their offices at about two o'clock and went to work. Those lucky enough to be finished by five and able to leave went to a bar and started right in again." What the fuck do you mean "sexual harassment" didn't exist yet? Maas relates one experience with a creative director (described as Draper-esque and good at his job) who harassed her for