“I would have given up pork for you,” she said. I probably knew all along it wasn’t going to work out, but I was hopeful. So I wrote about her like I had written about the many before, and the many who came after, hoping I’d change before the itch to change me themselves took over. I started Creep in 2005, and was comfortable enough to say “the end” where there would be no more girls who would meet my grandmother. It was a good run.
The funny thing is I wrote this book for the guys who I found myself frequently advising on each of the topics I present. But as soon as it hit the shelf, they shied away, and 95% of the consumers have been women. Great! Now I can really get them to see themselves through my eyes. Their ticks, insanities, roles, and why I sometimes dislike mothers of daughters.