If you watch Mad Men, you know Sterling Cooper's art director, Salvatore Romano, is gay. Whether or not he knows remains unclear, but that near-tryst with the bell boy should have helped clarify! Meanwhile his wife, Kitty, lives in semi-blissful ignorance — at least until Sunday's episode.
To prove his lackluster libido is really the side effect of work stress, Sal imitates the commercial he's shooting the next day. It features a blond beauty who sings and swings across the screen like a teenager. Big mistake! His wrists go limp, like they've been tied in cuff links too long (they have), and his pajamas become a makeshift dress. He fans the collar while running back and forth with schoolgirl hurry. The scene is long and painful, but not as excruciating as the wide-eyed Kitty as her face goes from uneasy intrigue to queasy realization.
But what does she realize? I doubt a 1960s housewife could spot and articulate homosexuality. Yet between the camera lingering on her face and Mad Men's aversion to sloppiness, something meaningful is set up. Was it a moment of truth? Confusion? Or, a jolt of unfamiliarity — the seismic shakeup we've all had when a significant other shows us we have no idea who they really are?