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catscradle Jan. 23rd, 2003 01:12 pm)
catscradle Jan. 23rd, 2003 01:12 pm)Yesterday I spent a few hours sitting in a lobby of some building I don't know the name of whilst waiting for my friend as she went to her therapy session. Once a week that same building plays host to the cult of Mary Kay.
Some may be offended by this, but I believe I have better taste than to befriend Mary Kay pushers. If you happen to be one, you may want to defriend me now.
Mary Kay is a cult in much the same way that Scientology is, only they have a pink uniforms. This cult meets for two hours in some community center and holds its service. You can usually tell a Mary Kay cult is active by the waifs of perfume odor emminating from the building. I was one level above them and I nearly passed out from the fumes. Also there is loud music. Since most Mary Kay cult members are in their late 20s or early 30s, the music is either 80s pop (Madonna, Lioniel Ritchie, Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam) or Ricky Martin.
I could hear them at their rally witnessing. I swear, they were witnessing! How many women they converted to Mary Kay products. How many they brought into the fold to push Mary Kay products. They were cheering. They were handing out bonus prizes.
One woman walked over to me and asked me if I was Martina. I said no because I wasn't. She asked what was going on down stairs and I told her it was a Mary Kay cult. Her eyes got wide with fear. She said she'd avoid them then. I said I would too and we shared a laugh and she went on to look for a girl named Martina.
Later a woman walked upstairs and looked over at me. She asked if I wanted her to go down and get whoever I was waiting for. I said no. She said "Well, we're about done so she'll be up soon." I said "No one I know would be involved in your cult." She cringed a little and walked away. Later she knocked on the door to the building because she had locked herself out and I had to let her back in. I waited a few moments, which was mean because it was about 7 degrees outside - but eventually I let her in and she thanked me.
When they were through and about to leave, another cult member passed by and told her cultist friend that "I can't wait till I can quit my day job and do this full time! It's all I ever think about anymore!" More proof that it's a cult. She can't think of anything else. I wonder when they'll finally cave and ask for tax-exempt status as an official religion.
Some may be offended by this, but I believe I have better taste than to befriend Mary Kay pushers. If you happen to be one, you may want to defriend me now.
Mary Kay is a cult in much the same way that Scientology is, only they have a pink uniforms. This cult meets for two hours in some community center and holds its service. You can usually tell a Mary Kay cult is active by the waifs of perfume odor emminating from the building. I was one level above them and I nearly passed out from the fumes. Also there is loud music. Since most Mary Kay cult members are in their late 20s or early 30s, the music is either 80s pop (Madonna, Lioniel Ritchie, Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam) or Ricky Martin.
I could hear them at their rally witnessing. I swear, they were witnessing! How many women they converted to Mary Kay products. How many they brought into the fold to push Mary Kay products. They were cheering. They were handing out bonus prizes.
One woman walked over to me and asked me if I was Martina. I said no because I wasn't. She asked what was going on down stairs and I told her it was a Mary Kay cult. Her eyes got wide with fear. She said she'd avoid them then. I said I would too and we shared a laugh and she went on to look for a girl named Martina.
Later a woman walked upstairs and looked over at me. She asked if I wanted her to go down and get whoever I was waiting for. I said no. She said "Well, we're about done so she'll be up soon." I said "No one I know would be involved in your cult." She cringed a little and walked away. Later she knocked on the door to the building because she had locked herself out and I had to let her back in. I waited a few moments, which was mean because it was about 7 degrees outside - but eventually I let her in and she thanked me.
When they were through and about to leave, another cult member passed by and told her cultist friend that "I can't wait till I can quit my day job and do this full time! It's all I ever think about anymore!" More proof that it's a cult. She can't think of anything else. I wonder when they'll finally cave and ask for tax-exempt status as an official religion.
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Have the fucking guts to stand behind your words rather than hiding behind the annonymity that the internet affords to the lesser of the species. You may also want to learn to read for content, but I understand that's asking quite a bit.
Off to the lake of fire for you till you learn to rise above your mediocrity.
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