Yes, the parties can be fun. Yes, you can be introduced to new products and ideas. But you also get caught in the infinite loop where you are going to one of these parties on an almost-weekly basis (if not hosting one yourself).
I think I went to about 6 Nutrimetics parties in the first half of this year, and hosted one myself. These “direct selling” parties aren’t for people who are guillible or easily swayed (ie, me), especially if they’re bugging you to host a party of your own (ie, me). It’s hard enough to not spend 3 pay cycles’-worth on shiny products that you’ll never really use (ie, me), let alone when they try to push you into joining their evil ways (ie, me).
I was a Mary Kay Consultant for 3 months, barely made any sales and disagreed with almost all of their methods (If I want to wear something other than a knee-length skirt, I will, thankyouverymuch). Without saying so, I know my sister is disappointed that I was such a failure, especially now that she is so far up her Mary Kay ladder of achievement. If you’re not a pushy person, then you’re never going to make it in direct sales, no matter how much you try.
The benefit of my short stint as a Mary Kay idiot is that I have a huge amount of beauty products stashed in various cupboards around the house. I’m still trying to use this shit up and it’s been over 2 years since I last bought any Mary Kay products. Admittedly, I often get itchy feet and buy something new and cool from the chemist or supermarket. Then there’s the season of Nutrimetics. Holy crap I have so much stuff waiting to be used up. I should be as smooth as a baby’s arse.
So this weekend the vicious cycle starts again. Technically, I’m free to go, but I’m busying myself with other committments so I can avoid going. I’d spend too much money and the Nutrimetics lady knows that the renovations should be almost done by now, and that was my excuse for avoiding a party of my own.
Besides, it’s not like I need any more shower gel products. This is what I just found in my bathroom cabinet:
Six bottles, and that’s just in storage. There’s another 2 bottles in the shower of the upstairs bathroom and one more next to the bathtub in the new downstairs bathroom. I can imagine me if I went on Saturday:
Geranium-scented? Ooh, I don’t have that one…
The world will be a better place if I just avoid the whole thing completely. And you should, too.