Chained to an Aga and Don Draper

I was reading an article, a snippet really, in an old copy of Style, written by Camilla Long, one of the Sunday Times emerging stars (in my opinion anyway). It was about ladies' underwear as marketed by Victoria's Secret and in particular one of their models who made some comment about all you need to get your man is sexy underwear. Clearly Long, with her obvious intellect, suspected that some girls - and men - might like to think there could be more to it than that.

In an obvious put down for the model who'd made the comment, Long said she could imagine her 'chaining herself to the Aga, dressed only in expensive knickers and suspenders, Stepford Wives style, waiting for an imaginary Don Draper to come down off a whisky high and do the necessary' or words to that effect. Now, I don't want to take a side in this really I don't, and I certainly don't regard myself a Stepford Wives type, but the thought of being chained up to the Aga in classy knickers and stockings 

waiting for Mr Draper to, ahem, attend to me did have a certain appeal. 

Only trouble is we don't have an Aga.

Back home later.

Ronnie
xx