Peggy coulda kicked Pete Campbell right in the balls. All up in his balls. But Pete, being a squirrelly little sack of shit, would have probably taken her to court. So Peggy didn’t kick him. She didn’t kick him square in his weird ballsack. Because she’s smart. She’s smarter than Pete Campbell. She didn’t need to kick his shriveled sack. The damage is already there.
And sure, she fell for Pete fucking Campbell, but she woke up. She did.
And that was the end of that.
And now Peggy is a rockstar.
And NO ONE likes Pete Campbell.