A few years ago, I went to a Tupperware party in a friend's apartment. It was a somewhat surreal experience. The official Tupperware representative was a middle-aged suburban woman sent in to this tiny apartment filled with Manhattan 20-somethings, most of whom -- or perhaps all of whom -- had never been to such a thing before. What I remember most about the experience is that the representative gave a little spiel about selling Tupperware as a career. As she put it, "Tupperware will let you stay home with your kids."