Jon Hamm, who plays a charismatic monster on television, works overtime when not being Don Draper in order to assure the adoring public that he's a charming, funny, lovable man. But it turns out that when he was a frat boy at University of Texas in the '90s, Hamm was like plenty of frat boys, and the man he plays on television, which is to say: a charismatic monster.

Jon Hamm, who recently completed a 30-day stint in rehab, is headed to our televisions on April 5 in the return of AMC's Mad Men. But why wasn't he headed to our movie screens back on October 3 when Gone Girl came out? Hmm. A good question.

The photo you see above is of a man holding an obscenely large catfish measuring nearly 9 feet in length and weighing 266 pounds. The man is wading in the Po Delta in Italy, where he says he caught the fish. He says that his name is Dino Ferrari. He does not say that his name is Jon Hamm.

Superman. Batman. The rest. Why aren't any or all of them played by Jon Hamm aka Mr. Don Draper? He looks like a superhero (white, dark hair, suit). People like him. So, why? Why? Why? Why? The actor put our question to rest recently in an interview with Radio Times.

As the late night world said goodbye to Jay Leno Thursday night, Jimmy Kimmel ignored the fuss and did what Jimmy Kimmel does best: get celebrities, especially Matt Damon, to make fun of themselves.

[Jon Hamm films scenes for season seven of Mad Men in downtown Los Angeles Tuesday morning. Here the Hilton Checkers Hotel at 535 S Grand Ave stands in for the Algonquin Hotel in New York City. Image via Wenn]

HBO has released another trailer for a criminally underrated show that you might not have had a chance to check out yet; Rich Kids who don't know how to read books are now getting their own book; Jon Hamm may not be a child-abandoning, Xenu-eschewing nutbag, but his newest trailer shows that he still ain't no Tom Cruise; Jennifer Lawrence continues her quiet campaign of world domination.

Allison Williams literally reveals it all in the name of work; "The dog ate my homework!" and other bad excuses from Justin Timberlake; Jon Hamm will be undergoing a procedure to surgically remove that beard from his neck; Amy Poehler rules all, even when rapping about butter.

The Emmys, as expected, were boring as fuck. There were some great moments (below) which punctuated an otherwise three hour circle jerk of Hollywood's third-finest because film is greater than Broadway which is greater than television. Suck on that, smallest screen stars.