He Made Her Crazy

What "Obsession" gets exactly right about men, women, and accountability

I’ll never forget the first time a man convinced me another woman was crazy. It was May of 2010. I remember the exact day because Nashville was going to flood that night. It was my senior year of college. I was living in an enviable location—about a mile off of Broadway—in a gorgeous two-story townhouse I could only afford because my roommate’s celebrity father was subsidizing my rent.

Jimmy Buffett was coming to town, not that I knew that or any of his songs other than maybe “Cheeseburger in Paradise.” Nevertheless, I ended up in a private box at the Bridgestone Arena, wearing a parrot hat, sucking down Land Sharks, and growing progressively annoyed at two of the other women in my group.