So you decide to dress as Joan Holloway for Halloween. This requires extensive shopping trips to find just the right form-fitting, off-the-shoulder dress, plus little red wig. It also requires you coercing all of your BFFs to dress up as “the secretaries of Sterling-Cooper.” So what’s the fucking point? The point is, at the end of the night, you’ll be the girl in the backseat of your Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo(the seats fold down) with the one guy at the party dressed like Don Draper. And new plot points will form.
