Worst Mom in the World: Corynne vs. Jane Edition

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Hi, every sweet person!

Today’s highlighted AJPT offering (there is a lot more on Another Jane Pratt Thing that I don't email you about, because I write you enough already) is from our Corynne, whose differences from me make me laugh out loud on a daily basis.

We got to be as close as we are when she was my Managing Editor at our website xoJane and I was asked to speak at SXSW. I was called some lower level of keynote speaker, the room was massive and the speaker in it before me was Al Gore. I was nerVOSE! Anyway, Corynne was with me through the whole thing, including hiding behind a partition to the side of the podium so that when I said certain words or made certain gestures, she could manually change the slides to go along with them. We were essentially married by the end of that project and it’s been a good long marriage. Go Corynne! I love you!

I love you all also!

Jane

PS I'm writing about this more tomorrow, but wanted to go ahead and announce that, partially inspired by the incredible work Jessica Valenti is doing at Abortion, Every Day, we are now donating a portion of proceeds from sales of the best t-shirt in the world to Planned Parenthood and Reproductive Freedom For All (formerly NARAL - the first cause I ever donated money to). More on this tomorrow, but I highly recommend you keeping up with Jessica’s coverage on this front in the meantime and ongoing. She’s an amazing resource.

This morning I woke up to the fact that I had left the fireplace running all night, which I am pretty sure makes me a top contender for Worst Mom in the World.

It would be an off day, for me, if I didn’t think about that phrase, pulled from Jane’s xoJane column “Jane Pratt: Worst Mom in the World,” at least once. And it has come up a super-many-extra times this month. Because it is a New Year. And we are supposed to set goals. And become better versions of ourselves.

While I would prefer, instead of trying to make ourselves skinnier and more put together and more productive, we would focus on overthrowing the patriarchy and holding on to our fundamental human rights as uterus-possessing Homo sapiens, I don’t make the rules. Plus, I tend to channel my existential dread and various forms of anxiety into trying to control things. So, I set a small but mighty parenting-related goal for myself this year.