Sometimes, for kicks, I go around to a friend’s house where a thinly veiled invitation to a “party” has been issued.
These parties usually involve passive aggressive women trying to flog overpriced plastic kitchen ware to me. And yet, despite the fact that I fully understand exactly what it is I’m about to get myself into, I say yes. I blame the Happy Chopper.
I always feel like a bit of an outsider at these kind of things. Often it’s a good friend who has been talked into hosting the party, so I have that whole “obligation” thing going on. I always make a silent pact with myself that I will buy the cheapest thing on the menu, stay for a drink and then get out of there.
But, like any good red blooded woman, the pressure and the hype usually get to me and I buy something I really don’t need.
As was displayed on Friday night. Not only am I victim of peer pressure, clearly I am also a gambler because I bought a Mystery Box for $25, guaranteed to be full of stuff worth at least $75. Now that I have some clarity, I predict a lot of melon ballers and unidentifiable items I’ll have to Google in order to understand how to use. Why didn’t I just go with the ice cube trays as per my original plan?
Oh, that’s right, because they were 30 fricken dollars each.
My very first experience with a multi-level marketing party was when I was about eight. All I remember was that I was super excited about seeing my cousins. I distinctly remember Mum on the telephone saying to my Aunty “This isn’t Amway is it?” I could hear my Aunty screeching down the line “Nooooo, of course not Betty, just an exciting new opportunity.