Could it be just me or does it look like some of the responses look like coming from brain dead individuals? And, if you are writing at other sites, I would like to keep up with everything fresh you have to post.
Would you make a list of every one of all your public pages like your linkedin profile,
Facebook page or twitter feed?.

“It was for himself. What Gatsby loves is a dream of a world, one where he is king, the chosen one, the best—and one that, incidentally and perhaps accidentally, includes Daisy.”

It’s true that Gatsby dreamed up Jay Gatsby, the name and the idea of a wealthy man that was different from who he was as a child, before he ever met Daisy, but he was still poor and penniless when he met her. He was never able to do anything to make his dream real until she became part of it. The motivating force of it. Remember that this is his view of Daisy:

“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

He was ready to give up everything for her. If he could be poor and get Daisy, he would be poor. But he believed he needed to be rich. Tom was rich and got Daisy, so Gatsby thought he needed to be more rich than Tom to get her back. Daisy wasn’t incidental to Gatsby’s dream, she was the dream. That’s why, when he lost her again, his dream collapsed:

“he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”

The article overstates its case in regard to Don Draper too. The reason that Don can’t be satisfied with his wives isn’t because they don’t know who he is. He told his wives everything. His first wife was revolted by his lies and divorced him but his second wife knew the truth before they got married, and still chose to love him and marry him.

There is something connecting Don Draper and Jay Gatsby, and the article has a good point, but it’s applcability to these stories is flawed.