This article was originally published in March 2009. We are running it again to illustrate what happens to Mary Kay “stars” in a period of five years.
Written by The Scribbler
Curious about that title, dear seeker? If you are, you’ve found the right flight! Pass your battered Ziploc bag packed with 3 oz bottles to that TSA agent over there – the one with the barrel-chest and the Pop-Tart sized choppers – and we’ll clear security in no time. What? You need one of us to volunteer to be searched? Fair enough; I’ll be the sacrificial lamb if it’ll help get everyone else to the gate unspoiled.