The internet can be a very scary, or very rewarding place at 2am. Just ask my google search results after I watch True Crime documentaries. I hope no one is seriously searching those out, because I legit look like a serial killer in training.
Truth be told, I’ve always loved True Crime. Not just “loved”, but LOOOOVEDDD. It happened back when the internet was “new” and my dad got us AOL. You remember how you used to get those CD-Roms in the mail with 200 free hours of AOL? Hook, line and sinker. I was thrust into the world wide web at 14 years of age, the wide eyed wondering of a girl on the brink of life altering wanderlust, without leaving her parents modest home office.
So those early internet searches for Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Ed Gein? Those were my life blood. My mom thought I was going to murder her in her sleep, but she’s a bit dramatic so let’s call it “concerned”. Being a fan of serial killers was hard to put into conversations, so I hid my delicious secret my entire life.
Let’s get this straight right now, before someone tips off the FBI. I am not a serial killer, just an enthusiast. I do not lack empathy, I do not want to mutilate small animals, I do not have an obsession with fire and I was loved unconditionally as a child. I don’t have any of the signs, but I find those who do fascinating.
All of this means literally nothing to the rest of this post, but I just wanted to set the scene that I am an avid fan of real life horror and scandal and mystery, and so everything I will be sharing below is just fuel to the fire that’s been burning inside me for as long as I can remember.
I’m a crime geek, deal with it. #SSDGM
What brings my ramblings here, is that for the past 6 months, I’ve been fixated (OK, OBSESSED is a much better word for it, but I’m trying to keep my cool here…) on the efforts to expose the lies in a certain Multi-Level-Marketing company I used to be a
consultant retailer for, LuLaRoe.
When I was still deep in LuLaRoe, I wore my “Koolaid Blinders” 24/7. People who were leaving “just couldn’t make it work” and were “failures” and I was just going to keep my head up, my nose out of trouble, and do what was asked of me, like a good little
obedient follower retailer.
Until one day I was asked to read a certain blog post (since I had been “pro” with this blog for many years) and give them my honest advice on whether or not this was a “big deal” and whether or not this blogger had any skin in the game, or weight in the industry.
My initial thought was “HOLY SHIT YOU GUYSSSS”, but I kept it to myself. Good little obedient follower, remember? But I did address my concerns about this blogger. I said she seemed to have a lot of facts, but that her blog was “newer” and I didn’t know her (and have since talked to her about all this and we’re cool, whatever). My upline let it go as “gossip” but it stuck inside me.
I used to check the blog for drama once a week or so… just enough to be a good follower, but also a smart person. If the company I was promoting and vouching for was just a big fat bag of scammers and thieves, I hoped I would be smart enough to ask some questions about it. So I asked, and I was told to ignore it. I was told this blogger was an ex consultant who “failed” and she was just out to get LLR. It seemed crazy that one woman could bring down a “Billion Dollar Company”, but leaders were scared.
More bullshit happened, and eventually I saw the light in September and left the same day that the 100% buy back ended. Huzzah…
That is when I joined the most “evil” of all Facebook groups, LuLaRoe Defective/Ripped /Torn Leggings And Clothes. At first I was banned because I had too much Pro LLR stuff on my profile, but I talked to the admins and cleared that up. They told me they try to be cautious, as we have a lot of problems with spies for some reason.
It’s actually almost the silliest thing I could ever think to do, tell everyone to avoid that group full of liars, and failures, and losers, and haters, and then join it yourself to spy on them?
WORK YOUR BUSINESS, LIKE A BUSINESS GUYS! You think Walmart has spies inside Target, listening to the shoppers and employees and running back to corporate to tattle?
Just this past week we’ve had top leaders, top sellers and even members of LLR Home Office payroll INSIDE DEFECTIVE SPYING! For real, you guys? If you’re curious, just google “LuLaRoe is ” and see what comes up…
So all of this, just brings be back to my obsession with true crime and the realization I am in the middle of my very own, real life episode of 20/20. Every single thing you’ve been told as a LLR retailer I can almost promise is a lie.
Level and even playing field? Nope.
LuLaRoe had no idea why so many pieces of inventory had defects? Lies.
NDSS has received the donations from LLR in full? Not even close.
LuLaRoe loves each of their retailers equally. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… oh wow, that’s a great story too.
It took me about a week in Defective, going down the rabbit hole, to learn so many things that I had always been told were true about this company, it’s founders, their families, their employees, were all BIG FAT LIES. And you start to wonder how much your soul is worth to keep quiet.
Is it a worth over a million in ILLEGAL bonuses? Is it worth lying about it all to promote your bottom line? How can you look other retailers in the face knowing you lie about your “special delivery” shipments and the REAL reason you can do whatever you want, and say whatever you want, no matter the consequences of everyone else around you!?
How do those “Golden Handcuffs” feel today? I bet they’re getting pretty tight…
And the ones GOOBing are the bad guys, right? Not the liars, cheats and thieves who are the captains of this sinking ship. It’s me, selling dumpy, frumpy triangles for $10 that’s really the downfall of LuLaRoe, right? I’m the reason sales are down. I’m the reason people are leaving. It must be! Because LLR can accept NO BLAME FOR ANYTHING.
All of these stories are coming out… they are the trickling drops, that sink into the groundwater below, while I’m nurturing my garden of ex consultants, and making sure I get the water to the end of every row.
You taught me that, LuLaRoe. Take care of those who take care of you. Like a leader, and not a follower, like the tiny flame inside me that was reignited when I left your cult of buttery crotch pants.
We’ve asked you to tell the truth. We’ve begged for transparency. We’ve pleaded for answers that make sense. And since you won’t give us that, we’ve got 50K+ angry women who have been wronged by you, all standing up together, sharing their stories, their horrors, the ways they’ve been abused, stolen from, ignored, lied to and cheated.
My only question is, what made you think that all the women and men and their families that you’re wronged wouldn’t talk to each other and find their commonality in their pursuance of justice against you?
One story is a rumor, but 50,000 stories is a piping hot kettle about to whistle. Drink up, M&D, the tea is fantastic today.