Ever since high school, I’ve been a pusher. Instead of doling out contraband in dark alleyways, however, I deal in shine spray, anti-aging creams, and lip gloss. My main victim—if only she would submit!—is my mother. I constantly taunt her with the newest Giorgio Armani moisturizer, or Rene Furterer dry shampoo. But even after years of forcing new products on her, she still buys the same no-name cleanser and Ponds moisturizer. I respect her loyalty. But is it really a crime that I want somebody else to obsess over my awesome Dolce & Gabbana lipstick?