Where to even start? You're so handsome, I've yet to meet any human who wouldn't drop trou for you. Even my boyfriend was marveling aloud over your perfect five o'clock shadow. You know the one—that light film of black shadow, gracing that perfectly square, manly jaw of yours. . . .
Over the last few episodes we felt like you'd met your match. Faye was independent, strong, career-oriented, smart, age-appropriate and crazy about you. So crazy she even went into an ethically gray area to bail out your dumb company. (This I believe sealed her fate.) Sure, she's kind of awkward with the kids, but you only get them once or twice a month anyway, so who cares?
Then there's Secretary Meghan of the Overbite. Meghan is much younger, fawning, efficient, and possibly the most impressive flirt I've ever seen in action. Attractive in a non-traditional way (like Faye), Meghan put out when Don was at a low point and then just hung back until he came to her, as it seems she knew he would. Watching her take care of the little ones—teaching them to sing in French—showed Don that she would be the trouble-free choice for wifey. And just as Faye originally predicted, Don was wife-shopping.
Imagine Faye staying home with the kids while Don slips out for a nooner with some boho bim he met on MacDougal Street? Wouldn't happen. Meghan, however, will be up, cheerfully feeding Sally & co crepes and teaching them French verb conjugations when Don inevitably reverts to form, stumbling in at 5am, lipstick on his collar, spooge stain on his slacks. It all makes a horribly depressing kind of sense.
Men as a population were redeemed with Ken Cosgrove. Summoned into a meeting with Weasel Pete, Roger and Don, Cosgrove is directed to use his fiance's family connections to arrange a meeting with a potential client. Seeing that it would put his fiance, her dad and himself in an awkward position, Ken refuses. The other men are incredulous as Ken says something along the lines of, "this is work—she's MY LIFE!"
To a man, they look by turn utterly gobsmacked and then scornful as Ken puts down his drink and walks out of the room. "B-b-b-but work is life!" you can practically hear their little brains screeching. Thank you Ken. In one short sentence you managed to redeem your gender. (A few of them, anyway.)