I didn’t want to destroy the company my parents had worked so hard to build just because I’d done a few pornos and even directed one, or because I might actually be terrible at helping run a company. I mean, I couldn’t even stay with one gig long enough to call it a career. Makeup, porn, directing, my short-lived stint as the manager of a pottery cafe . . . how did I think I could commit to a multimillion-dollar diaper empire that would come with agendas and portfolios?
