Surrogacy is The Childless Gospel of the Left

I ran across a tweet the other day that lodged itself in my mind like a thorn. It was from Genevieve Gluck, a name that occasionally floats across the radar of gender-critical feminism, usually sounding some kind of alarm about the degradation of womanhood at the hands of progressivism.

This particular post included a short, gut-wrenching video clip. It’s a disturbing video to watch, so I won’t post it directly in this article. But in the clip, a surrogate mother, writhing in the sweaty, primal agony of labor, reaches—again and again—for the baby she’s pushing out of her body.

Her instinct, her God-wired maternal reflex, is to touch, to hold, to bond. But she is repeatedly denied. Gloved hands keep shoving her arms back. Nurses—cold, clinical, dutifully obedient—intervene, as if she were trying to steal a wallet instead of connect with the very life that just exited her womb.

She isn’t allowed to touch her own child. Not because of some biohazard concern. Not because of a medical emergency. But because the child doesn’t belong to her. She was just the vessel. The rental. The incubator. The laborer.

The comments underneath were a digital buffet of ideological confusion. Some rightly called it what it was—exploitation, dehumanization, commodification of the most sacred act on earth. But many, far too many, looked at the scene rightly with horror, but many, including Gluck herself, wrongly attributed such atrocities to “capitalism.”

But that mother—ripped away from her own flesh and blood—wasn’t suffering under laissez-faire economics. She was suffering under an idea. A poison. A cultural cancer wrapped in the rhetorical gauze of bodily autonomy, feminist liberation, and Marxist materialism. What we witnessed wasn’t capitalism gone wrong. It was ideology gone rancid.

Let’s not play dumb. We all know what's happening here. This isn't some accidental byproduct of market dynamics. This is the fruit of an intentionally cultivated worldview that treats motherhood as a negotiable service, children as bespoke products, and the womb as real estate.

This is the moral landfill produced when feminism unshackled womanhood from biology, when Marxism reduced the family to an oppressive economic unit, and when postmodernism took a sledgehammer to truth and nature and called it liberation.