I am obsessed with The Good Place. I’d argue that it’s one of the best new comedies of the decade. Unfortunately, it’s suuuuuuuuuuuper hard to write about it without giving too much away, but my costume will make zero sense without some sort of knowledge of the show.
So that you don’t have to poke around online for info (and because doing so could lead to spoilers), here we go: the main characters have all died. Don’t worry, that’s not a spoiler… you find that out in like the first ten seconds. Along with that discovery, you also learn that when you die, there’s a Good Place (hence the name of the show) and a Bad Place. Our protagonist, Eleanor, is relieved to hear that she’s in the Good Place… that is, until it becomes clear that they have her mixed up with someone else. Awkward.
The Good Place comes equipped with an all-knowing assistant named Janet, a chipper, helpful being who frequently reminds us that she’s neither a girl, nor a robot. We later learn that the Bad Place has a “Bad Janet”, who divides her time between staring at her phone and insulting people.
What makes the show so interesting is that it incorporates a lot of philosophy. In the same episode that I’m laughing at a classic Bad Janet zinger, I’m also learning about The Trolley Problem. It makes me wish I’d retained more from my high school philosophy class (and has me tempted to do some reading).
I do regret not springing for a better blonde wig, especially because I wasn’t able to pull the bangs back the way they style Bad Janet’s (when I tried, the mesh part of the wig showed). It drove me nuts the entire time I was taking photos, and even more so when I was editing. UGH.
When we were chatting about the show a couple months ago, my best friend told me that Bad Janet reminds her of me. I’m still not sure how to take that? I mean, sure, like Bad Janet I wear black most of the time, and I’ve been known to throw a good zinger now and then. And I mean, Janet and Bad Janet are my favourite characters… Yeah, OK, you know what? I’m cool with it.