Maybe I should have known better than to have a child in America, given what I learned young about being a woman in America. But I didn’t ask for this. How could I, when it’s all been hidden away? I didn’t ask to raise my children in an era in which so many policymakers are determined to force people into this thing we call motherhood. I didn’t ask for high childcare costs, failing care and education systems, or for the fear I feel as my children enter the world of binary gender roles at the potential cost to their own happiness and liberation.
