Guest post by Hannah I had been in an abusive relationship. I got out in April. I didn’t have a
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Just What is Her Motive? (Part 2) – My MLM Experience
Returning guest writer Penny concludes her account of how MLM affected her time as an aspiring makeup artist. In this final part, she talks of her excitement of helping with the makeup of a Britain’s Got Talent contestant…or so she thought.
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Uncovering Usborne – My MLM Experience
Guest writer Esme tells us how she hoped the Usborne Books & More MLM would be the answer to not returning to a ‘normal’ job when maternity leave ended. Naturally that thought process ended up costing her a pretty penny.
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Just What is Her Motive? (Part 1) – My MLM Experience
Returning guest writer Penny reflects on when MLM affected her time as an aspiring makeup artist. In part one of this two-part tale, she explains how she traveled to London to shadow what she thought was a pro MUA.
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From one MLM to another, to another
Portia was broke, unhappy & desperate to pay the bills. So much so, that she ended up hopping from MLM to MLM on her mission for ‘success.’
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Let me tell you about that time I was accosted by a hunbro …
So, in a brief change of events, moving a little bit away from our usual technical discussions on MLMs, I’d
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FM Group Friends in Poland
[Red Corvette]: Today we welcome Alina, from Poland, to our blog, with her experience with FM Group. The FM Group/FM World
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Rodan+Fields — Not worth it!
When I was first approached by a Rodan+Fields consultant, I did do my research. I read nearly everything available and
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An open letter to Source Marketing Direct
[Red Corvette]: There’s a whole group of companies out there which look as if they’re giving job opportunities in the
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No more Jamberry. At all.
[Red Corvette]: Today we bring you some inside info about what’s happening to Jamberry after M. Network stepped in to
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