Don't Capitalize on Me, Woman!

Multi-level marketing schemes are the death of friendship for me. If you'd rather be my consultant than my confidante, GTFO.
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J @LibertyBelleJ
Driving. Feel a rant coming on. And it starts, surprisingly, with *this* necklace. More from work... http://yfrog.com/gyn49uuj
J @LibertyBelleJ
Okay... about that rant. As I said, it all started with the leather-corded necklace I tweeted a pic of a bit ago.
J @LibertyBelleJ
I love that necklace now. I do. But I didn't always. For awhile, it represented feeling *used* by people who called themselves friends.
J @LibertyBelleJ
If you're smart, and have loved your work, becoming a stay-at-home mother is... enough to drive you crazy. (It did. As you all know. LOL)
J @LibertyBelleJ
It's lonely, being at home w/infants, toddlers, preschoolers, & then... when you think it'll get better with onset of school... it doesn't.
J @LibertyBelleJ
So you seek the company of other women who were able to & did give up passions so that strangers wouldn't see their baby's first step.
J @LibertyBelleJ
And you meet those women. In the Moms' Club, Bible studies (yea, I know, don't go there), the PTA, at preschool... you do.
J @LibertyBelleJ
But you're strapped for cash with only one income, so your social outlets are few, cheap, and... not edifying, often.
J @LibertyBelleJ
The phone rings. Or you get an e-mail. From a new friend, or one you haven't seen in awhile. Inviting you to Panera for coffee. Or a party.
J @LibertyBelleJ
Here's the kicker, though. They only called you because they want to sell you an overpriced something you don't need, can't afford.
J @LibertyBelleJ
Overpriced silver jewelry. Makeup. Scrapbooking supplies. "Safe for your family" cleaning supplies. Sometimes even sex toys. Greeeat.
J @LibertyBelleJ
Like I want to attend a party where chubby, church-going women pretend not to have seen a dildo. Or worse, find out they HAVEN'T.
J @LibertyBelleJ
I was once the unwilling witness to a game of ring toss. The ring was a giant inflatable penis squished between a woman's thighs. *sigh*
J @LibertyBelleJ
Sitting in folding lawn chairs in some woman's living room with a bunch of OTHER housewives, watching THAT. Hubby got NOTHIN' later. LOL.
J @LibertyBelleJ
Or having Mary Kay makeup applied to my face. I don't want your shit. I do my makeup well enough on my own, thanks.
J @LibertyBelleJ
One woman to whom I had been fairly close called me TWO YEARS after she moved to Louisville. Wanted to meet with the kids. Hang out.
J @LibertyBelleJ
We met halfway. I had to pay admission to a pretty shoddy attraction in that locale, and waited 90 minutes. She was late. Got lost.
J @LibertyBelleJ
Within minutes of her tardy arrival, it became clear that she was pimpin' Arbonne products. AND HARD.
J @LibertyBelleJ
She remembered that I have seasonal mood issues, thought some of the Arbonne supplements might help.
J @LibertyBelleJ
(More than the prescription meds that a trained physician recommended to keep me from losing my mind? I wondered bitterly.)
J @LibertyBelleJ
And she also recalled how I had experienced, as fair-skinned people sometimes do, rosacea. Arbonne has nice products for that. *snark*
J @LibertyBelleJ
And... of course, she knew I had had weight problems. And her company offered some really great nutrition shakes.
J @LibertyBelleJ
The entire time I felt like I was being emotionally violated with things I had shared for an ENTIRELY different purpose. Being USED.
J @LibertyBelleJ
I didn't need a fucking "consultant." Really. I needed a friend. And she wasn't being one AT. ALL.
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