If your girl is posting the Cipriani logo on her Instagram Story...

You better get some more stamps in her passport.

Pete Campbell and Joan Harris. Easily my favorite Mad Men characters. I’m on my fourth watch of the show, and it seems like I’m in the company of many other strangers on the internet:

In the Mad Men universe, it’s always a little bit Christmastime. Even when there’s no tree or boozy eggnog, it’s a show about buying and selling and Jell-O molds and family crises. Whenever I watch it I miss working in an office. The organization, separation of work and life, and personalities. How dynamic it is to leave one world for another, and then return to the first… over and over.

In college, I took classes at night so I could intern during the day. Getting dressed for work, filling out timecards, getting offered another internship after the semester ended — all of these things gave me confidence and more importantly, order to my day. Using coffee machines with options to make vanilla and caramel lattes felt luxuriously professional, and then showing up to 7:30pm evening classes overly caffeinated was probably a life hack. I learned how to do my hair and shop for heels for internships at NBC Universal, and I got to experience the false hope of a blonde CEO when I interned at Yahoo. There were a few creepy guys in management and probably some women who thought I was invisible (I kind of was), but the experience of leaving my dorm, doing actual work amongst people of all ages, and going back to class, was formative.

My first job after college was at New York Magazine at their old office on Varick. I still feel the carpeted floors and can taste the burnt coffee. That was the last job I had that had cubicles for desks. Now the New York Magazine office is an open floor plan. Cubicles meant that people could cry or talk on the phone or place someone on someone else’s desk privately, and you could also store a micro-wardrobe in your file cabinets. I guess it was hell for some people, but I think being a little uncomfortable in the form of being managed or waking up early is good for you. Being around other people is good for you too.

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For the month of December, Feed Me will be featuring a daily holiday gift — usually suggested by Emily, sometimes suggested by someone else. In addition to this advent calendar-style gift guide, there will also be the occasional Christmas surprise.

Caroline Calloway suggests: a bouquet of pens that represents Keith McNally’s New York

“Get these for yourself—it’s only $45 and you get about 35 pens. Which not only makes this far and above the most reasonably priced off-menu secret of The Odeon (the elusive Profiterole Tower has a minimum order of three—just warning you!!!), but this also means that you can comfortably put aside 15 COOL NEW PENS for yourself and still be left with 20 more acquaintance-tier gifts that only cost you $1.20 each! I love giving people things. It really gets the dopamine synapses firing rockets for me. But what to give acquaintances when you don’t want to spend too much money on them and you’re quite sure they haven’t gotten you anything in return? Add to cart: These pens! They’re kitsch. They’re classic. They’re Keith McNally’s New York, which is one of the only versions of New York worth caring about.

A gifted Odeon pen will be extra meaningful to any friend who has moved away from the city and misses it dearly. And because of this gift’s teensy-tiny weight and size, it’s super easy to throw one in your purse or pocket the next time you head out to meet that lucky acquaintance in your life for drinks! I’d also tie a ribbon in a little bow around the pen and grab a single stem from whatever bouquet I have going on at home at the moment. But if you prefer not to traipse through the streets of New York City holding a single flower because you hate fun or maybe you don’t own a Ribbon Drawer because you’re a serious grown up with a fat retirement fund and zero craft supplies, that’s fine, too. Everyone still needs pens. Girlbossy businesswomen and bohemian freaks alike. Even men, bless them.” — Caroline Calloway

Plus, they come in a french fry canister. Isn’t that nice? I met Caroline about four years ago when she invited me on a painting date in her then West Village backyard. She’s a fabulous writer, a Florida-residing New York icon, and I enjoyed her interview with Haliey Welch for the most recent issue of Interview.

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• Speaking of Keith McNally, I hope you’re all keeping tabs on the social hierarchy that’s developing within the new D.C. Minetta Tavern.

• This is amazing service journalism: WSJ tested what is actually the fastest form of transportation to get to the airport. The bad news is that in New York, e-bike was faster than Uber, train, taxi and bus.

• “Cafe Gitane is the new Fanelli’s.” Sounds good to me.

• Close your eyes and imagine the Cipriani logo. Maybe you can, maybe you can’t, so I’ll show it to you in the form of Bettina Anderson’s (Donald Trump Jr.’s new girlfriend) Instagram Story. The Cipriani logo is a drawing of a barman created by Baron Giovanni Rubin de Cervin for the original Harry's Bar in Venice, Italy, in the 1930’s. The logo of the little man is now stamped on glasses, embroidered into napkins (as shown), and stamped on flatware. If you take your girl to Venice and she starts posting the Cipriani logo on her Stories, you need to get her more stamps in her passport.

  

• Rockefeller Center has a proposal before the Landmarks Preservation Commission to replace its 1930s neon signs with LEDs. Hate it.

• The Daily is hiring a new podcast host. Salary is over $200k, not bad. Maybe I’ll apply.

• Revolve has a section on their site called “Rich Girl Essentials.” Whole bunch of fake leather in there.

• This is how I like being quoted. Thank you, Eater.