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Color Me Pink
It was one of the most exciting evenings I can remember.
I am in the 2,000-seat theater in the huge Dallas Convention Center. Every seat is taken. There must be another hundred people standing in the back.
As I look around, I see there are only a dozen or so men. The rest of the audience members are women. I'm at the Mary Kay Annual Seminar.
To get to the Convention Center, the taxi has to take me by the Center's parking lot. There are Pink Cadillacs as far as the eye can see. Hundreds and hundreds. An ocean of Pink Cadillacs. (Pink is Mary Kay Ash's favorite color. She awards her top 2,000 salespeople with a Pink Cadillac.)
I am involved in an important project for Mary Kay Ash. She thought I would enjoy attending the opening night of the seminar. It is an amazing extravaganza. An explosion of glitter and tinsel. A production that would have made Cecil B. DeMille pink with envy.
There is singing, a group of dancers, a pantomime performer, a juggler, a comedian (not so funny), a circus act. And on it goes. Forty minutes of show-stopping entertainment.
Then comes the moment. The moment!
The theater is totally hushed. Not a sound from the 2,000 audience members. Then the crowd breaks out in unison. “Mary Kay” (loud). “Mary Kay” (louder). And then, still louder: “Mary Kay, Mary Kay!”
The curtains part and out walks Mary Kay Ash. All five feet of her. All aglitter and aglow. The crowd is on its feet cheering. Screaming. It is pandemonium. Bedlam. Two thousand on ...
