I know, I know – Don Draper is a dreamboat; but he’s an absolute shitbag with the ladies, let’s face it. I saved almost all of my lust for the hirsute and heavyset Stan Rizzo. Starting in the show as a be-quiffed and clean-shaven Average Joe, he has steadily metamorphosised into a cross between Alan Bates and Zach Galifianakis via Aiden from Sex and the City‘s wardrobe. I like to imagine that I could lounge around drinking hard liquor and talking about art with Stan, and given that he is essentially a fatter version of my actual boyfriend this is a lot easier than you might expect. A barrel chest combined with voluminous, silky, cascading, follicular magnificence? Who wouldn’t want to have a sniff of that testosterone?
(For all my babes: you know who you are. Xx)