The great insoluble conflict of modern womanhood — what if you want to work and raise a family — might be going away, a little, thanks to the rapidly declining birthrate. But until all human infants are grown in mechanical wombs, it won’t go away completely. Each woman discovers the problem upon the birth of her first child, anew, alone, and with a sense of outrage that’s both unique to her and universal: despite our feminist expectations, this is still a problem? How can it be?
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