Let’s examine the terms of our discussion. Motherhood — the bearing and rearing of the next generation, in the most practical, most desirable, most easily accomplished sense — is “lost productivity”. Carrying a child in your own womb: “lost productivity”. Giving birth: “lost productivity”. Keeping an infant alive, feeding it, responding to its cries, holding, nurturing, loving it: “lost productivity”. Children, in short, are “lost productivity”, little time sinks best outsourced to the world’s indigent and uneducated, who have nothing better to do with their bodies or their lives but serve as incubators and nannies to those wealthy enough not only to buy a child, but a womb to put it in. Nothing is too good for our unborn children — no drop of alcohol safe enough for a pregnant woman, no raw cheese healthy enough, no breath of second-hand smoke pure enough — because the earliest intervention matters, the safety of the womb matters, unless someone really reeeeally has a good reason to buy a pregnancy, and then it’s okay that some poor woman in India sell her body as a surrogate, because the person with the money just wants it so much, right?
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