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Tick-Tock goes the Baby Clock

                     

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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I have read in many places that as countries get richer,  the people who live in there have fewer children.  This is odd because as people get richer, they can afford to have more children and yet they go the opposite way. 

Social scientists been trying to figure out why. Some have proposed reasons like the high cost to educate children; watching more television so having less sex;  and of course, birth control pills.

I favor a simpler view, some women do not want to have children.  Some women, despite their biology reminding them to become mothers, do not have the inclination to be mothers.  This is not a new thought to anyone.  Over these many centuries, there were many women who did not want children but they had them anyway.  But, what else could these women do?  The women were dependent on men for their survival and it was their role to have children while the men went hunting for food.

Sometimes it is obvious who these women are.  They are your neighbors whom you can easily see are not good mothers and probably together with the father, not good parents at all.  

As countries got richer, women had more opportunities and became more independent of men.  Women got jobs and earned enough money to take care of themselves.  The women became more interested in their careers than in starting a family.  Does that sound like the behavior of some men you know?   Take a look at the history of Hollywood to see how many actresses never had children. 

The average in rich countries is now approximately 1.5 kids.  My guess is that having at least one child is enough to fulfill the reproductive impetus i.e., the biological clock and also to get the parents off their backs.   Say, how does one have half a kid?   

An average of less than two children is a problem.  It means that when the two adult parents die, they are replaced by less than two children in the next generation.  If that replacement rate stays the same, then the rich countries will run out of people.  

Comments

Anonymous said…
Nah. They won't run out of people. What will happen is that natural selection will more strongly favor women that have children. For example, women that like unprotected sex and aren't careful enough to prevent pregnancy, and/or women who want to be mothers.

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