Biological Love vs. Progesterone Pill

Moms don't love kids much because they don't love the dad. Loving the dad would mean transferring resources to him, but everything the mom has was given to him by her man (or some proxy; she can't tell the difference and thus neither should you). Paying the transaction costs again is nothing but a waste. The kid is 50% the dad and 50% the mom, and not even the good 50%; the mom has trouble finding anything likeable about the kid (except mom-delusions, which exist for this exact reason). 

Problem: Darwin thought it would be a great idea for kids to need love. 

Children need absurd amounts of attention and affection to avoid growing up to be crooked cripples. Children ache for their dad's love, while dad's genes are telling him to shake them off and go fishing. They say moms need 'patience' but what they mean is mom wants to go get drunk with her cat, but the kid is still emotionally starving. "I fed you o'ready. Y u buthring may." 

Result: human children are not well-adapted to being raised by human parents. Problem 2.0: Caino hypocriens is quite capable of imagining their future children and realizing they won't love them. They correctly see the kid as a huge pain in the butt. 

The kid is worth it if not having kids means giving up sex. 

 

Neglecting inertia, in the presence of contraceptives, only parents who love their children will manage to reproduce. Only parents who love their children should reproduce. Anti-natalists only make a mistake when they suggest you should be like them; anti-natalists shouldn't breed precisely because they're not like you (or not like me, at least). Meanwhile, pro-natalists shouldn't breed because they take anti-natalists more seriously than chipmunk chatter. It suggests they are weak and their blood is no credit to the species. Luckily, this trash takes itself out. All it needs is a bit of patience. Though don't do anything dumb like trying to outlaw contraceptives for whores. 

Now the proggie pill exists, women have to earn the right of perpetuation by transcending their biology. They have to somehow manage to love their man, to discard their self-absorption, so that they can love their kids, so that their kids will exist enough to be loved. 

Everyone else gets infinite cat hair in the carpets, disguising the wine stains. And it's better than the alternative.

P.S. A related topic: it should be expected that children often die, but women don't seem to be able to cope with one of her children dying. Pre-Fascism cultures had all sorts of traditions like not naming the kid until they were 5 to avoid getting so attached the mother falls apart when they die. Darwin, y'all fucked up again: women are not well-adapted to having children.