"Mad Men" resumes next Sunday, April 5, and the final seven episodes of the series are fittingly called "The End of an Era." As I mentioned last week in my maudlin musings, I'm obsessed with -- but also somehow anxious and fearful about -- the finish. It doesn't help that after viewing the season opener at a party at the Museum of Modern Art in New York last week, Andy Cohen of Bravo fame told "The New York Times" that the first episode back is "dark -- a real wrist-slasher."

"Drunk Executive Barfs at Bergdorf's," read a recent headline on Page Six of the "New York Post." Why was this story so sticky, getting picked up online and in print all over the world? Four words: Just like "Mad Men"!

Remember when, 20 or so years ago, anyone walking around in public shouting into a cell phone was considered a nuisance (or an asshole)? Well, soon early-ish adopters will be causing similar levels of annoyance by going around town yelling into their wristwatches.

Last weekend, Dakota Johnson's appearance as host of "Saturday Night Live" sparked intense shock, despair, and agitation -- if not high dudgeon -- all over the Internet. But not for the expected reason: her role as Anastasia Steele, the nave college student and virgin in the movie "50 Shades of Grey."