Miscarriage culture is, from a feminist perspective, an amplification of the shame involved in being female in the first place.
Bollocks to the feminists on that one therefore.
It is extremely hard, in this pitiless environment, for anything to go wrong just because it went wrong. Everybody knows how high miscarriage rates are – a fifth of people who know they’re pregnant will miscarry.
And they’re hugely higher before anyone realises they’re pregnant. And sometimes it is the “fault” of the womb, or the uterus. In the sense that they simply cannot carry.
But the vast majority of it all is the system testing the genetic viability of the embryo and giving a thumbs up or thumbs down signal. It’s eugenics on a vast scale.
For example, the rate at which a Down’s syndrome embryo is miscarried falls as a woman gets older. The rise in the rate at birth is not so much because eggs have deteriorated or anything, it’s because when young a miscarriage and another try is the best use of that scarce fertile lifetime. When older it isn’t, because there might not be a next pregnancy.
To a great extent miscarriage is the equivalent of what the NHS will do at 28 weeks: getting rid of a disabled child.
There is no shame although there is a great deal of grief over this. As, of course, the feminists tell us should be the situation when the NHS does it.