We‚Äôve already introduced you to the U.K. group Birthstrike, a group of women too afraid to have children because of climate change (which we‚Äôre fine with). Nell Frizzell had a baby, and now she‚Äôs writing for British Vogue a piece about having a baby in 2021 possibly being ‚Äúpure environmental vandalism.‚ÄĚ
For the scientifically-engaged person, there are few questions more troubling when looking at the current climate emergency than that of having a baby. Whether your body throbs to reproduce, you passively believe that it is on the cards for you one day, or you actively seek to remain child-free, the declining health of the planet cannot help but factor in your thinking. Before I got pregnant, I worried feverishly about the strain on the earth‚Äôs resources that another Western child would add. The food he ate, the nappies he wore, the electricity he would use; before he‚Äôd even started sitting up, my child would have already contributed far more to climate change than his counterpart in, say, Kerala or South Sudan. But I also worried about the sort of world that I would bring my child into ‚Äď where we have perhaps just another 60 harvests left before our overworked soil gives out and we are running out of fresh water. Could I really have a baby, knowing that by the time he was my father‚Äôs age, he may be living on a dry and barren earth?