Betty Draper of “Mad Men,” played by January Jones. Photo from examiner.com (Columbus). I claim fair use.
Confession: I find lists of trendy baby names fascinating. If you share this mildly guilty pleasure (“guilty” because it’s so easy to snark and criticize), the list for 2010 is up at Babycenter.com. But what caught my eye this time around was the “Mad Men” trend that Babycenter spotted: “Betty” has emerged from almost total obscurity, landing at number 868.
Of course that’s still pretty obscure. Of course there’s nothing inherently bad about “Betty.” It’s a perfectly nice name. It’s even the name of an iconic second-wave feminist, Betty Friedan. But new parents are not finding inspiration in Betty Friedan; they’re evidently borrowing the name from Betty Draper. (Then again, Betty Friedan had issues of her own, failing to adequately recognize her class and racial privilege, and accusing lesbian feminists of constituting a “lavender menace” to the rest of the women’s movement.)
In case you’ve never watched Mad Men, the first thing you need to know is that you’re missing out on a real treat. I was a real latecomer, but once I started, I was practically hypnotized from the first episode onward. For you Mad Men virgins, I promise no major spoilers below! (But do get your hands on season one!)
The second thing you need to know is that the show brilliantly portrays the sexism of American society in the early 1960s. Betty Draper is the wife of a handsome but philandering ad executive, Don Draper. While there’s plenty of sexism to go around at Don’s agency, too, Betty exemplifies everything that was wrong with the upper-middle-class housewife role in the early 1960s.
At the outset of the series, Betty’s life revolves around keeping a perfect suburban home, drinking coffee and cocktails, and waiting for her husband to come home. She’s spoiled and childish, seemingly stunted by her beauty and social privilege. In her marriage to Don, she’s lonely and depressed. She’s not a very likable character; her demeanor is mostly cool and passive, though she does seem to feel passion for her husband. Although her life is organized around homemaking, she typically appears detached from her children. In one early episode, she scolds her daughter Sally for putting a big plastic dry-cleaner’s bag over her head. Betty’s not worried about Sally’s safety, she’s just angry that her dry-cleaned clothes might be soiled.
In short, Betty Draper evokes more pity than sympathy. She’s a dramatic embodiment of what Betty Friedan called “the problem that has no name” – the anomie, depression, and disorientation of highly educated, affluent suburban housewives of the early 1960s:
Just what was this problem that has no name? What were the words women used when they tried to express it? Sometimes a woman would say “I feel empty somehow . . . incomplete.” Or she would say, “I feel as if I don’t exist.” Sometimes she blotted out the feeling with a tranquilizer. Sometimes she thought the problem was with her husband or her children, or that what she really needed was to redecorate her house, or move to a better neighborhood, or have an affair, or another baby. Sometimes, she went to a doctor with symptoms she could hardly describe: “A tired feeling. . . I get so angry with the children it scares me . . . I feel like crying without any reason.” (A Cleveland doctor called it “the housewife’s syndrome.”) A number of women told me about great bleeding blisters that break out on their hands and arms. “I call it the house wife’s blight” said a family doctor in Pennsylvania. “I see it so often lately in these young women with four, five and six children who bury themselves in their dishpans. But it isn’t caused by detergent and it isn’t cured by cortisone.”
Sometimes a woman would tell me that the feeling gets so strong she runs out of the house and walks through the streets. Or she stays inside her house and cries. Or her children tell her a joke, and she doesn’t laugh because she doesn’t hear it. I talked to women who had spent years on the analyst’s couch, working out their “adjustment to the feminine role,” their blocks to “fulfillment as a wife and mother.” But the desperate tone in these women’s voices, and the look in their eyes, was the same as the tone and the look of other women, who were sure they had no problem, even though they did have a strange feeling of desperation.
(You can read the whole first chapter of Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique here.)
And new parents are saddling their infant girls with a name honoring this legacy? Sure, Betty has a chilly glamour reminiscent of Grace Kelly, but it’s swamped by all her negative baggage.
Babycenter suggests that we may be craving “a simpler, Betty Crockeresque way of life.” but that just doesn’t compute if you’ve watched Mad Men even once. Nothing is simple about the Drapers’ world, despite all their privilege. Kennedy is assassinated. Racial tensions simmer, and casual racism is as common and unremarkable as sexism. People betray their colleagues and their lovers. The show features some strong women, but all of them suffer real injuries from sexism. That’s not simplicity; it’s oppression. Funny how people tend to confuse the two.
(Then again, Babycenter reports a surge in Bristol, Willow, and Piper, too. As I said, it’s way too easy to criticize and snark.)

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I LOVE Mad Men. I’ve spent a lot of time defending Betty to friends who think she’s an utter monster. She’s a perfect product of her upbringing, I say. Infantilized her entire life, to the point that her daughter (at this point in the show) is more mature and in touch with her desires than she is. Raised to believe that marriage and motherhood would be her ultimate fulfillment, and utterly bewildered to find this isn’t the case. Completely dependent on men. Some friends wonder why she doesn’t just have some sort of feminist awakening and go find her bliss. I maintain that the idea does not even occur to her. Sure, she’s horrible, particularly in her treatment of her maid, Carla, but she is exactly who she was raised to be. She’s awful, but that’s what patriarchy does: it makes monsters out of men and women.
I’ve always had some sympathy for Betty, after spending the first season not understanding her. It took me a while to get it. But I thought her treatment of Carla in the final episode of the just-finished season was over the top. Maybe I’m missing something (again), but I just didn’t find it believable. And I’m trying to, because I find everything else in this impeccable series so believable. Help?
AAARGH! I haven’t watched Season Four yet. I had most of it on my DVR and it somehow got wiped out (while leaving children’s programs mysteriously intact, waaaaaaaaah!). So I don’t know how bad it gets with Carla. Certainly Betty was always at least a little condescending toward her, and sometimes worse.
EB – I agree! I don’t see Betty as a monster, either. From the beginning, I thought she was the perfect example of the pre-feminist unhappy housewife, absolutely a product of her upbringing and times. Which is what makes her pitiable. It’s still too early in time for her to have a “feminist awakening” – if the show stays on air until it reaches the late 1960s, who know? But I think it’s more likely Sally will be the one who becomes a feminist!
Well you better buy the DVD when it is released – Season 4 was amazing. And the watercooler could use you, so please catch up. Heather Havrilsky does a great recap.
re Betty, yes she is polarizing, but I’m with you. Pity, not disdain. Also polarizing is January Jones, whom I think is deserving of her Emmy nods.
Oh, I’ve been watching Amazon to see when it will be released! I feel like I’m years behind, even if it’s only about four months. I know Heather Havrilesky is great – and several feminist bloggers have also covered the series very thoughtfully – but my policy has been to close my eyes and chant “la la la la la” until I’ve caught up on watching. I hate spoiliers! (I do know that something is afoot with Don and Peggy, but that’s all I’ve let myself know.)
January Jones would get my Emmy vote, but nobody’s asking me. Phooey.
In fairness to the parents naming their daughters Betty, it might just be that the show reminded them that Betty is an option.
My daughter has a pretty unusual name that I got from someone I knew in a previous city. (Not someone I would run into today.) She was nice enough, but my daughter isn’t named after her. I just got the idea for the name for the other person’s name.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, ya know?
Yeah, you could be right on the cigar theory. All of these trend pieces are subject to puffery – and as I’ve already admitted, it’s just too easy to criticize. My second son’s name is the same as a guy my dad just can’t stand from his childhood, but my son has managed to make it his own.
Also, both my kids have rather feline names in real life. I really don’t have a whole lot of standing to snark about other people’s choices. At least I vetoed Nebuchadnezzar for my firstborn, after his father and a couple of our friends proposed it. (They’d gone through a couple of bottle of wines; I, as the pregnant chick, was stone cold sober.)
Trying to be calm about this but: OMG Heather Havrilsky has left Salon! Ditto for Stephanie Zachareck. Did I tell you how much I valued Heather’s recaps, and how much I cherished the ritual: watch Mad Men Sunday night, think on it, and read the episode recap on Monday morning. *sigh*
So, huge void – HUGE. You’ll have to let me know which other feminist bloggers provide episode recaps. (I’ve read a few on Jezebel, but the quality is uneven.) And if you catch up, please enter the fray. (Sorry to prod!)
Also: how sad for Salon, which I’ve been reading since Election 2000 (when Jake Tapper hooked me in). I think its days are numbered.
Anyway, rant over.