“A Mary Kay Husband” recently contributed a piece that was posted on the Pink Truth website. He describes an experience he had one evening while filling his gas tank. His vivid tale can be read here. Please give it a read as this post will make more sense if you do.
Perhaps an aspiring writer, this “Mary Kay Husband” chronicles his experience at the gas station in storybook like detail. First describing the beautiful October sky, the golden hour, and billowing puffy clouds and then, by contrast the rusty, threadbare, pickup truck with a Mary Kay sticker in the window and the beleaguered woman driving it.
The interesting thing (to me) is the liberties that he takes after this. If he is creating a fiction piece he has done a bang-up job. If he was going for ‘truth in reporting’ I believe he has missed the mark by a long shot. It seems that he and his wife had a bad experience with Mary Kay. In fact, he uses descriptors like curse, pain, hardship and even nightmare to describe how passionately he dislikes Mary Kay. For someone who apparently misjudged a book by its cover (Mary Kay) he seems awfully prepared to launch right back into the assumptions again. It is these assumptions (and ones like them) that make me wary to trust anything the Pink Truth camp has to say.
First the Mary Kay sticker on her truck must mean this woman is a Mary Kay lady. Right? I mean there is no way that she could have bought a used truck that already had a Mary Kay sticker on it, right? If I saw a beat up old truck with a Mary Kay sticker on it, I would probably say to myself, “I wonder whether or not she is a Mary Kay Beauty consultant.” As opposed to his take, “she MUST be a beauty consultant” or the overly optimistic, “that must be the discard of a Car Driving Independent Beauty Consultant”!
Then of course, the assumption that she is doing as poorly as his wife did with her endeavor, and is in need of his valiant rescuing is about as narcissistic as you can get. “My chest seemed to inflate a bit. I knew I had a mission. Smiling to myself I noted there were no phone booths nearby for me to change into my super-hero outfit.” Oh, I guess you CAN get more narcissistic. Is it possible that this woman is selling Mary Kay, has bought too much inventory that she can’t sell, and feels trapped? Yes. However, there are so many other possible scenarios that would explain this little scene that I could not possibly describe them all. Perhaps the truck belonged to a former MK IBC, perhaps even his (I couldn’t help but notice how similar he said this truck was to one he used to own. Was this his old truck with his wife’s MK sticker still on it?) Perhaps she just started with Mary Kay and was able to afford a vehicle for the first time. As I said, as a work of fiction, this is topnotch stuff. As for journalistic integrity, Walter Cronkite would be ashamed.
Now I try not to be too mean to people that I don’t know at all, and I am sure that this man had all the best intentions in the world, both at the gas station and in writing this elaborate journal entry, but frankly who does he think he is? Rushing in to rescue a woman he deems to be in financial duress by buying milk at a gas station? THIS is the guy that is going to give her financial advice? The guy that ASSUMED her entire life story based on a window sticker he saw on her truck? The guy that couldn’t even open his mouth to ask her if she sold Mary Kay would have saved her from the evil empire of Mary Kay except he was afraid that he might get labeled “by her as one of the evil, negative anti-MK people she perhaps was told to avoid”? That is not so much an assumption as it is a fantasy.
I am not sure how I would have liked to see this play out if he had it to do over again. On the one hand this arrogant, condescending self-titled superhero would have impressed me far more if he had opened his mouth. Good or bad, if he had at least said something, I could have respected him for having a conviction and sticking to it. On the other hand, the last thing anyone buying beer, cigs, and lottery tickets needs is unsolicited advice from a stranger. He seems to have found some resolution in airing his feelings of superiority in the comfort of his NEW community. I am left asking myself, “was he similarly bold when his wife was in Mary Kay”? Did he tell all his wife’s friends in Mary Kay about the time that he ‘almost’ saved a girl from her financial woes by telling her ABOUT Mary Kay? Perhaps I am judging him by his cover, but I can certainly picture it.
To me, this story highlights many of the problems that I have with Pink Truth. They have apparently unanimously decided that Mary Kay is evil, and everyone involved in Mary Kay is either a victim or a deliberate tyrant… or both. They have also decided that they are God’s gift to women everywhere, preaching the gospel of Pink Truth. The irony of this and the many other grievances I hold against them is that almost everything they claim to hate about Mary Kay is painfully (even exponentially) apparent in their own [cult] support group.
A Mary Kay Husband – thanks for assuming that because you failed, all of us in Mary Kay are failures. I am sorry that you had a bad experience with Mary Kay. I wish there was someway that I could take back your poor decisions for you and bring you back to that place where it ‘all went wrong’ and let you choose again. But I can’t. Your experiences are yours to deal with as you see fit. However, please don’t suppose that, the fact that you couldn’t do it means that no one can because frankly, they can and they are.
Am I wrong? Leave me your thoughts please!
Monday, November 5, 2007
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