Then a familiar phrase wrecked the occasion. “Have you tried the It Works wrap?” asked the hostess, whipping out a pamphlet for the cellulite-minimizing product sold via at-home parties. “Trust me, you want to be part of this.”
“If I had a dime for the number of times [at play dates] I’ve been asked to join a Rodan + Fields skin-care trial or sell dōTerra essential oils, I’d be rich,” says Christina, a 28-year-old Upper West Sider, who, like everyone interviewed for this article, asked that her last name be withheld so as not to offend any mommy pals.
“You’re cornered because your kid is there playing — you’re stuck in the middle of a sales pitch without the option to leave.”