The Curse of the Creeping Girl Boss (Millennial Horror Stories)

How MLMs appropriate feminism with false promises of entrepreneurship

It was a pale October morning. Leaves were collecting on the ground, scattered by last night’s ferocious winds. The neighbor’s black cat strolled across my lawn, stopping for just a moment to leer at a squirrel.

As I sipped my coffee, I idly opened Facebook for a bit of doomscrolling. I had a friend request from Stacy Jones. The name didn’t ring a bill, but I saw that our mutual friends included some high school classmates.

I tapped on her picture. Ah. Stacy. We hadn’t been the closest of friends in high school. In fact, I would say she was a bit of a mean girl, although I’d managed to avoid her wrath. But perhaps she’d turned a leaf. After all, it had been 10 years.

Can’t hurt, I figured. I accepted her request.

Moments later, my phone dinged with a Messenger notification: Stacy had sent me a DM.

“Hey hun, how you been? OMG it’s been so long. I see you’re living in Orlando now! That must be amazing! Do you go to Disney like every day? LOL I sure would. Anyway I saw your profile and I was thinking we never got to hang out much in school so I figured I’d reach out and say hey! Xoxo”