I still have no idea what the Douche writer was trying to accomplish in "writing" something for Peggy. What kind of reaction was he really expecting?. Right or not, you type up a whole essay, or whatever it was, that s**** all over one of the clients at Peggy's job and then give it to her to read, somehow mentioning her specifically was my impression. WHat reaction did he expect? Not only that, but the whole "Yeah right.....CIVIL RIGHTS FOR WOMEN!!!! HA HA!!!" bit was just so wrong. That guy is just clueless about things.
About some things. As he said, he was trying to present advertising in context, since it seems Peggy has given that no thought. He was grappling with the idea of how this woman he likes, instinctively, could choose to work on Madison Avenue...in order to sell ice to Canadians (since Ninuits would not be hired in the stores, or welcomed as customers).
The writing really did underscore that Peggy has no sense of scope about the work she does. After they meet up at PJ Clark's -- through Abe's maneuvering -- Abe lets Peggy know how much of an impression she made on him; as they smile at each other, we cut away. When we return, they are settled into conversation. More of a monologue, admittedly. Abe is clearly in full flow, laying out for Peggy what an exciting time this is in Western society: beginning with upheaval in Greece, going on to the precariousness of the prevailing order throughout Europe and perhaps, even, the States.
Yes, he's lecturing her. Yes, he's a man and college-educated; Peggy is not. Yes, he's single-minded too: was Peggy not carrying on to Joyce about her job, in the minutes before Abe arrived? Is this more excusable, because it is "personal" and not "political"? He's young
; she's young
; how young? -- they have no idea. They're talented, intense people in the full flush of their start in life as adults.
Abe makes a clumsy segue back to Peggy, noting that she's the one who works within the belly of the beast. While he is giving Peggy the floor, his mistake is in thinking that Peggy is sitting on a pile of well-observed and crafted grievance about corporate America, that she will now serve up for them to dissect together. Instead, Peggy says, What beast? Abe brings up the boycott against Fillmore stores, about which Peggy knew nothing. When convinced this may be true -- despite the Fillmore guys seeming to be nice people -- she then muses that her agency might counsel Fillmore against refusing to hire blacks, since that would be bad for business. Abe points out that civil rights will require more than a good PR campaign. Peggy, stymied, then introduces the idea that she too suffers from discrimination.
Abe is incredulous. Peggy gives particulars. Abe is, himself, hearing this news for the first time, and remains half-incredulous: he throws up what he thinks is the straw man of civil rights for women. Peggy gets up to leave. Abe laments his tone's getting in the way of his message (not for the first time, clearly), not to mention his romantic prospects (not for the first time, clearly). Peggy's having none of it: "You're opinionated and you're criticizing me."
But Peggy. Opinionated? That's really a fault? It's 1965. If ever there was a time to be opinionated...
(Peggy: "But Abe. It's 1965. If ever there was a time to start to listen to the women whom you believe you are engaging in discourse...Not to mention, it's 7:30 in the evening. If ever there was a time to engage in flirtation, not discourse...")
So Abe goes home to try to put his argument into writing (his best mode, he thinks), to a writer: an artist (he thinks). He's wrong.
So far. But does he misjudge Peggy as badly as did Mark? No: he made assumptions based on her coming to a Happening in the company of a self-amused strong personality, on her speaking up and facing down the self-besotted filmmaker, on her kissing him in a closet, on his gut. He thinks Peggy's "different": that she is cut against the grain of her society.
He's not wrong about any of those things. And though he says "I was wrong about you", I don't think he's irredeemably wrong about that, either. He just has to learn that a woman with a mind of her own does not mean, a woman who thinks like him.