Maybe She Needs Pink Truth
Below is a little piece entitled “Maybe She Needs Me.” Here’s big news: No one needs Mary Kay.
They don’t need a consultant’s fake (warm chattering) compliment.
They don’t need Mary Kay’s average (or below) products… they’ve got Walgreen’s.
They don’t need the “sisterhood” of Mary Kay, in which your fake friends will ignore you once you figure out the scam and leave. Join a club. Find a mom’s group. Volunteer at a shelter. Join a church. Those are all free, and you’ll have a much better chance of finding a real friend.
They don’t need the “job” that Mary Kay provides. They can make more at a minimum wage job.
They don’t need the “prizes” or the “recognition” in Mary Kay. They’re all just purchased when consultants buy inventory. She can go buy herself a nice little gift for much less.
What she really needs is Pink Truth – a chance to see the reality behind the smoke and mirrors of MLM. Almost no one turns a profit in MLM. If they do, it’s only because suckers like “her” waste money on inventory packages. There’s no honor in that for anyone.
Maybe what she really needs is Pink Truth. Where there is no requirement to spend money. No worthless meetings to attend. No recognition based upon how much you spend. No buying your way to the next level of deceit. There’s just truth. And support. And friendship that is unconditional. Maybe she needs Pink Truth.
Maybe she needs ME
Its been a long day and I was finishing a task,
As I hurried past her, a little voice said, “ASK”.
Oh no, not today, I told myself. I’m tired and it shows.
Besides, I might look foolish and she’s just likely to say, “no”.
While drifting off to sleep that night, I saw her face again.
I wondered what her life was like, her needs, her dreams, her pain.
What if she’d been wishing for a friendly word and a smile?
A chance to know someone who would go that extra mile?
Ws this the opportunity she’d been praying for?
I say the cars she might not drive, the rings she might not wear.
Because I would not risk myself, to stop, to ask, to care.
So what if what I offered her was not her cup of tea.
That’s a choice for her to make, how selfish can I be?
When all my dreams are realized I don’t want to regret
The lives that I wouldn’t touch and change, the “no’s” I didn’t get.
Oh let me live a true Go-Give and let my mission be
Not to think, “Do I need Her?”, but maybe, just maybe she needs me.
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Mitdemherz
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That poem is so manipulative and just….ugh…it’s not encouragement, it’s a guilt trip. It’s awful. Ugh.
This makes me think of the girl we’ve been discussing, who posted the “truth” video.
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Keyta
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Sharing the “opportunity” is not on the level with witnessing to people. MK would like you to think it is.
The only thing that goes through a bots mind when sharing the “opportunity” is she might order inventory.
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Lazy Gardens
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Here, I fixed it for you!
Was this an opportunity I’d been looking for?
I saw the cars I might not drive, the rings I might not wear.
Because I would not risk myself, to stop and ask, pretend to care.
So what if what I offered her would lead to bankruptcy.
That’s a choice for me to make, how selfish shall I be?
When my dreams aren’t happening, I don’t want to regret,
The lives that I wouldn’t rip apart, the recruits I didn’t get.
Oh let me live a Go-Give lie and let my mission be,
Not to think, “Do I need Her?”, but keep pretending she needs me.
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MLM Radar Detector
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Maybe she needs ME. Or maybe I really do need her instead.
It’d been a long day and I was finishing a task,
My fingers bled from dialing and I was about to cry.
As I hurried past her, a little voice said, “ASK”.
Another little voice spoke up, I heard it just say, “WHY?”
Oh no, not today, I told myself. I’m tired and it shows.
My armpits stank, my makeup ran, mascara stained my cheek.
Besides, I might look foolish and she’s just likely to say, “no”.
Foolish? No I looked like hell. Stress doesn’t make you chic.
While drifting off to sleep that night, I saw her face again.
She looked so calm, so happy, so refreshed despite her day.
I wondered what her life was like, her needs, her dreams, her pain.
I knew to say the answer to all her needs was “Mary Kay.”
What if she’d been wishing for a friendly word and smile?
From the lightness in her step I saw she knew just where to look.
A chance to know someone who would go that extra mile?
A chance to find fulfillment not tied to a poisoned hook.
Was this the opportunity she’d been praying for?
What she really needed was not behind my door.
I saw the cars she might not drive, the rings she might not wear.
I saw outrageous co-pays; I saw junk jewelry turn hands green.
Because I would not risk myself, to stop, to ask, to care,
The chance to free myself of pain was about to go unseen.
So what if what I offered her was not her cup of tea.
After paying Mary Kay expenses she’d have to drink it plain.
That’s a choice for her to make, how selfish can I be?
If she’ll take me as I am then it’s OK my clothes are stained.
When all my dreams are realized I don’t want to regret
I want to free myself from debt; I want out of this crazy life.
The lives that I wouldn’t touch and change, the “no’s” I didn’t get.
God protect unsuspecting women from such painful costly strife.
Oh let me live a true Go-Give and let my mission be
Not to cheat, mislead, nor omit expensive truths which kill a dream.
Not to think, “Do I need Her?”, but maybe, just maybe she needs me.
To open eyes and spread the news that freedom isn’t in a scheme.
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Lazy Gardens
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I bow to the master.
That was excellent.
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MLM Radar Detector
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Thank you. I wanted to describe what is going on underneath that “fake it til you make it” shell.
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Mi Ki
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Maybe she needs me to not worship waste and jewels made of paste and bonds tied in haste, metallic bad taste, the heel-prints of thieves.
Or maybe to not bring that box to her stoop, a grand more–for the group!–worth of obsolete goop, twirling the hoop with a long line in poop for a petered-out troop over whose calls her heart only grieves.
Maybe, just maybe, her husband, her baby, her job and her way being just who she is, her art, her heart, her Wal-Mart or even her Neiman’s come first, no bubble, no burst; no finances rent and life-forces spent and scattered like half-blackened leaves.
If I run away she’ll be safe for a day and maybe I’ll spare myself too, and you, and true will be wealth in the fair day itself; not the shit on the shelf nor the dross that a Kaybot believes.
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onceapinkhead
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BRILLIANT. TOTAL WIN.
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Mi Ki
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Thank you, onceapinkhead!
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Lillian
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I am a soap vendor who is getting ready to leave a show because of Mary Kay reps here in Indiana. These rude women actually called out to customers browsing at my table to.lure them away with bribes of free chocolate and 90 minute massages. This is a vendor show and they are trying to recruit for their parties. Nary Kay will scare away handcrafted artists from any event because their high powered manipulative sales tactics include actively enticing customers about to buy any other product away from their purchase and back to the Mary Kay table to eat chocolate candy. No Mary Kay product on the. Only candy and unethical reps. I will be insisting at all of my shows from now on to not set up next to a Mary Kay rep. That is how bad this experience was.
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Lazy Gardens
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Lillian … get some fellow vendors and talk to the show management.
It is not in their best interest to let that happen.
Maybe put all the “Opportunity” vendors (MLMs) in one row and all the people with a real product in the rest of them.
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Marie
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If you get caught near them again, have a stack of materials about what a fraud Mary Kay is to hand out to unsuspecting customers — save lives! The Mary Kay reps will want to get away from YOU! LOL
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