In case there was still any doubt over her levels of pettiness, though, Lindsay proceeds to brag to her husband about the time she turned her colleagues at Oliver Peoples against “this one kid,” Mark Ritter (“what a c*nt!”), until he quit. “He had no idea it was me,” she muses, with a faint smile curling up at the corner of her mouth.

Of course, the fact that Mulligan is British adds an entirely wonderful layer to her character (who also has a jumpered dachshund named Burberry, naturally). In no small part because of her accent and eccentricities, Lindsay can get away with the vast majority of her foul-mouthed rants and bitchy quips. Even in the height of a raging argument, she will casually drop in the fact they haven’t completed their herb garden in five years or shrug off taking a golf club to Josh’s possessions with a breezy, “Just got a bit carried away.”

Then there’s her interior design career. Showing the new club owner, a powerful Korean heiress named Chairwoman Park, her redecorating skills, Lindsay parades around in a silky floral suit that could give Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen a run for his money – that, or the Von Trapp children.

When her tastes are said to be “colonial”, she replies, in all earnestness, “Oh, thank you so much!”

Her antiquated world views aside, it is the mundanity of married, suburban life that seeps into her everyday, along with impossible beauty standards and pressure to get plastic surgery as she turns 40 – and she’s simply had enough.

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