If a woman should say she doesn’t want to have children at all, the world is apt to go decidedly peculiar: ‘Ooooh, don’t speak too soon,’ it will say - as if knowing whether or not you’re the kind of person who desires to make a whole other human being in your guts out of sex and food, then base the rest of your life around its welfare, is a breezy, 'Hey - whatever’ decision. Like electing to have a picnic on an unexpectedly sunny day, or changing the background picture on your desktop. Women, it is presumed, will always end up having babies. They might go through silly, adolescent phases of pretending that it’s something that they have no interest in - but when push comes to shove, womanhood is a cul-de-sac that ends in Babies 'R’ Us, and that’s the end of that. All women love babies - just like all women love Manolo Blahnik shoes and George Clooney. Even the ones who wear nothing but sneakers, or are lesbians, and really hate shoes, and George Clooney.
— Caitlin Moran, How to Be A Woman