An Open Letter To Jon Gosselin From Don Draper


[…] Sometimes the pressures, of work, of life, of family, these things get to be too much, and maybe I make my mistakes in trying to ease these pressures, but I make mistakes like a man, Jon. Discreet. In fine hotels. Not parked at the edge of a booze-soaked pool in Vegas with my chest hair popping out of my shirt for all the world to see. What are your kids supposed to think when they see you dancing around with bikini-clad girls half their mother’s age? What is America supposed to think? Your image is all you are, Jon, and right now, all you are is embarrassing.