Our mass refusal to accept the dwindling of our eggs may be due to the fact that, as of right now, we are generally able to do what we want with ourselves, and it’s hard to imagine otherwise. It’s massively unpleasant to grasp that in spite of all the social advancements that women have made in the last 50 years, our reproductive systems still think it’s 1946 — the anachronism is hard to swallow. Moreover, no one wants to consider the fact that they’re going to get old and that their ovaries are going to go from being a bountiful bread basket a crumbling water cracker sans cheese.

I’m in my Wheat Thins years.