The BoneBlog

1.  I've always been pretty frank with Rebecca.  After leaving the Mary Kay meeting, she showed me some stupid cellulite cream the cult leaders have given to the recruits to sell.  "It takes a whole inch off your thighs," she said.  "Rebecca!  You cannot possibly believe that," I wheedled.  "I mean, come on.  No way."  Rebecca insisted that the models, the models, the ever-loving friggin' models had proven it true.  "Rebecca," I said, "You have an education in science.  Sort of.  Do you mean to tell me you actually believe this stuff works?  I'm telling you, it's that cult mentality."  Sigh.

2.  Vinnie, our dog, did not recognize me when I came home.  He went all K-9 Unit on me when I walked in.  In fairness, I think he was trying to warn me off the cult to begin with, because he went berserk when Rebecca came to pick me up before the meeting, too.  Then again, he could just be a dumb dog.

Don't doubt your dog.  Dog's have scientifically been proven to be smarter than Mary Kay.

Not surprisingly, I heard somewhere that Mary Kay funds the pro-life movement.  While I personally am pro-life, I do not agree with "the movements" ridiculous tactics, and I think we should focus on preventing unwanted pregnancies by empowering women and making women's health care accessible.  Given that it won't happen anytime soon, I don't have a huge problem with abortions.  Whew.

At this point, I'm pro-life for me and pro-choice for everyone else.  I don't feel that it's my business what other people choose to do as long as it doesn't somehow threaten me or my family.

But this Mary Kay thing?  Cult.  I'm telling you.

Man, did I get on my soapbox there...