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I survived a pyramid scheme
Greetings!
Exciting things are happening at The Doe this week. First off, our Wednesday digest newsletter has a snazzy new look (as you may have noticed). Also, starting this Friday, we're launching a second weekly newsletter, "The Must Read," which will showcase one unmissable essay, handpicked by our editors.
So, to recap:
📬 Wednesdays: You’ll continue to receive “The Digest,” which spotlights three thought-provoking stories we’ve published recently on the site.
📬 Fridays: You’ll get “The Must Read,” which features one longform piece we think is worth your time.
We look forward to seeing (more of) you in your inbox!
Take care,
The Doe Editors
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I Was Part of a Pyramid Scheme and It Almost Ruined My Life 💸
“When I hit the criteria to get promoted, everything changed. I was now interviewing and training people. It made me realize all the lies I was told, because I was telling others that they would be wealthy business owners within months, and they’d be working in a professional setting. Yet I still convinced myself that I wasn’t doing anything wrong because it was for charity. ”
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I’d Always Been Told I Was Beautiful. Then a Rare Disease Transformed My Face. 🪞
“At 16, I started dating men in their twenties. I would go to bars busting out of altered t-shirts I bought in the kids’ section of Salvation Army. I began the lasting habit of walking down the New York City streets while holding the gaze of nearly every eye I felt. Suddenly, almost overnight, I felt the absence of all this. I didn’t feel special or better anymore. And I felt ashamed that my beauty had made me feel special in the first place. ”
I Was Sexually Abused as a Child. My Teachers Should Have Known. 😔
“I’m a teacher now. I know they knew, because teachers always know what the students are saying, especially the things they think they are keeping the most quiet. Those teachers made no report. They didn’t call my parents, let alone his. Instead, a group of four teachers—around a month before exams started, a week or so after I had finally ended things, and a few days after he had cut my name into his flesh as some sort of statement of love— sat me down and told me to get back with him."
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