The temptation to contemn motherhood lies in the endeavor's egalitarianism. Any woman can be a mother, even if she is simple or ugly. This insults the pride of the intelligent, beautiful, ambitious, and/or stylish. A stupid person can do this job, and I'm not stupid, so I shouldn't have to do it . . . Why risk this statuesque body for work that can be done by some squatty gargoyle in a jumper? . . . They'll be happier if I'm doing what makes me happy . . . .
We want from our children only that which feeds our own egos. We'll take credit for their beautiful hair and voices and intellects, but we're insulted by their need for us. Their virtues are ours with which to compliment and aggrandize ourselves, their care is beneath us . . . .
We do not want children beyond their utility for ourselves. Maternity is a life experience on our to-do list so that the bios of our accomplished future selves will include the requisite "two children and two grandchildren" along with the degrees, publications, Weimaraner, and love of gardening . . . .