Sure, there’s no shortage of things to grumble about in our time, from pre-emptive strikes abroad to the failings of health care, banks, the media, the elites, the yokels — you name it — at home. But in the era of Mad Men, many young intelligent folk staved off cynicism and seemed, at least for a moment, to give a damn. There was a lot going on. Social and cultural mores were changing. The stark binary of a Cold War hovered always, doomsday lurked around the corner and racial equality was a struggle for the truly courageous. Kinsey, a bearded young writer on staff at Draper’s agency, goes off on a Freedom Ride down south (though his escapade turns out less heroic than he imagined). His young bearded equivalent these days would probably be sitting at some fancy faux-cocktail bar, picking plaid lint out of his belly button.