In the best-selling novel “The Husband’s Secret,” by Lianne Moriarty, one of the main characters is a successful Tupperware saleswoman.
I was kind of surprised; maybe Tupperware parties are still a thing in Australia, where the novel is set, but for most of my clients, trying to sell them Tupperware would be like selling ice to Eskimos. They’ve either got what they need, more than they really need, or so much of it they have 27 different words to describe it, sort of like Eskimos and snow. There’s Rubbermaid and Ziploc and Glad and random yogurt containers, all with their own unique lids, unless, of course, the lids have disappeared.