The Lioness Queen

Since having children of my own, I have become aware of slipping a few places down the hierarchy of people that my own parents want to hang out with. Like a smash hit from a new pop star, the grand. children have entered the charts at number one. But as rewarding as grandparenting may be, their existence is an evolutionary conundrum: why does human female reproduction cease so long before death?

Hardly any other species on Earth has such a prolonged post-reproductive lifespan. In most species - including all of our primate cousins - individuals continue breeding (or try to) until they drop dead. Humans do things differently. Unlike any of the other great. ape species, we have almost no overlap in breeding careers between mothers and daughters. Instead, the period when daughters become reproductively active coincides with the time when their mothers undergo a major physiological transition: menopause. Though we sometimes bemoan this period of life as signifying the start of old age, perhaps feeling as though we are becoming decrepit and defunct, I want to offer an alternative perspective. Menopause is an important switch-point in a woman's life that serves a specific purpose: this is when we change reproductive lanes, going from being breeders to being helpers.

The menopause is not simply an artefact of longer lifespans due to recent improvements in health care and lifestyles. Across most—if not all—societies, menopause occurs at around age fifty and is accompanied by an extended post-reproductive lifespan, even among people who lack access to technology or modern medicine. This includes contemporary hunter-gatherers and even historically high-mortality populations, such as plantation slaves living in Trinidad in the eighteenth century. The age of menopause is also heritable and, as more and more women living in industrialised societies delay having children until later in life, menopause also seems to be getting later.*

* Age at menopause is also influenced by environmental factors, like BMI and smoking. Interestingly, recent evidence finds that frequent sexual activity is associated with a later onset of menopause, suggesting that menopause might come earlier when the body knows' that there is no risk of becoming pregnant.

Taking a closer look at the underlying physiology shows us that menopause is not just part of the normal aging process. Human females are born with around 2 million follicles in situ, each capable of producing an egg. This supply declines steadily throughout life: by the time she is twenty, the average female has around 100,000 follicles remaining, and around 50,000 by the time she is thirty-five. Extrapolating forwards, even with this rate of decline, the average woman should be able to continue reproducing until she is well into her sixties and maybe even seventies. But something strange happens when she is around thirty-eight years old. Now, the number of follicles nose-dives, is going into a much steeper rate of decline. As a consequence, by the time she's fifty or thereabouts, her follicle levels drop below the minimum threshold required for regular menstrual cycles.

This highlights the mechanics of menopause. But it doesn't answer the question of why. Why do women experience this sharp, non-linear decrease in our fertility in our late thirties? And why do we then persist as sterile vessels, when it would seem that we have become reproductive dead ends?

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To answer these questions, we need to take an evolutionary perspective. Through this lens, we come to realise that menopause is the outcome of an evolutionary battle, played out over millennia, between grandmothers and their daughters-in-law. Poor old mothers-in-law are the butt of a thousand schoolboy jokes but, as the saying goes, a joke is the truth wrapped in a smile.

The science isn't totally resolved on this, but there are good reasons to believe that dispersal in ancestral humans was female-biased. In other words, reproductive-age females tended to move to live with their 'husband' (I use this term loosely, to mean male breeding partner) and his family, rather than the other way around. An important consequence of female-biased dispersal is that the younger females (the wives) are potentially competing with their mothers-in-law over the limited resources needed to successfully raise children. We can make use of historical data sets of pre-industrial humans to get a feel for the effects of this competition. In Finland, the Lutheran church kept meticulous records of marriages, births and deaths from the 1700s until the early 1950s. Originally kept for tax purposes, these records now have a far greater value in helping us understand how selection might have acted upon historical human populations, in a time before inventions like the contraceptive pill and modern medicine could complicate estimates of fitness too much. This data shows that when a grandmother bred alongside her daughter-in-law, all of the children suffered. The costs were heavy: children were less than half as likely to survive to the age of fifteen when there was competition between breeding females. Nevertheless, co-breeding was also exceedingly uncommon, with just thirty or so grandmothers (out of more than 500) being reproductively active at the same time as their daughters-in-law. In most cases, we see a case of what looks like altruism: the older females concede to the younger ones in these reproductive battles. But how might grandmothers possibly benefit from curtailing their own reproduction and allowing younger females to breed unhindered?

This puzzle can be solved by considering the ways in which the younger and older females are related to one another's off. spring. The mother-in-law has a vested genetic interest in any children produced by her son's wife (so long as they are definitely his children*). The wife, on the other hand, has no genetic interest whatsoever in any offspring produced by her mother-in-law.

* Probably quite a safe bet in the Finnish data set, where monogamous marriage was strictly enforced and adultery was severely punished. On average, the median estimate for misattributed paternity worldwide is low, estimated to be about 1-2% - the Finnish data set is likely to be comparable.

This is what's known as a relatedness asymmetry - and it weakens the mother-in-law's hand. A grandmother is disincentivised to breed, if doing so harms her grandchildren. The reverse is not true: the younger female's genes simply don't care about any costs they might impose on those residing in the mother-in-law and her children. As a consequence of this relatedness asymmetry, the grandmother is more likely to concede in any battle over reproduction; her pay-off coming, instead, in the form of grand-children. Once she is committed physiologically to sterility, she can make the best of it by helping to raise her grandchildren. The benefits that grandmothers confer are well documented and can provide the selective impetus needed to favour the increased post-reproductive lifespan. From the ashes of an evolutionary conflict, grandmothers rise up.

When all we have to go on are records of births, deaths and marriages, it is very difficult to infer how, exactly, grandmothers helped their grandchildren to survive. It is likely that these ancient grand. mothers acted as repositories of knowledge, passing vital information on everything from breastfeeding to dealing with infants’ illnesses. In some cultures, grandmothers breastfeed their grandchildren, and are able to produce milk for the child even when their own breeding attempts ended many years earlier. Grandmothers are also an extra pair of hands, someone who is available to help care for any dependent children, which allows mothers to undertake other jobs (foraging and paid labour, for example) that contribute to infant survival.

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Another broad pattern emerging from these data sets is that not all grandmothers are equal: data from twenty-six historical and contemporary natural fertility populations has shown that maternal, rather than paternal, grandmothers make the most difference to the survival of their grandchildren. This is a bit confusing - we know women tended to have their babies in their husband's household, which might seem to imply that it would be the paternal grandmothers who would be doing the heavy lifting when it came to the childcare. The answer to this evolutionary riddle comes from yet another church database - Canadian this time - documenting the lives of French settlers in and around Quebec in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. The data shows that, even when daughters leave home to have their babies, the maternal grandmothers are still able to help out - so long as the daughters don't move too far away. Increased distance between mothers and their daughters corresponded with decreased survivorship of the daughter's off. spring, likely because the maternal grandmother was less able to help out from afar. The general pattern therefore seems to be that conflict among mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law explains the evolution of menopause, but post-reproductive females direct their investments to the grandchildren they are most certain that they are related to: to their daughter's rather than to their son's children.

If women's post-reproductive lifespan has been extended by the benefits they could bestow upon their grandchildren, we might ask why grandmothers don't live for even longer. In fact, why do they have to die at all? Before answering this question, it is important to dispel the seemingly intuitive explanation that people die because they become old and decrepit. Senescence - the process of ageing - is not just a biological inevitability. Instead, it is something that is under the control of natural selection. If there were sufficient fitness advantage to living a bit longer and not being riddled with the ailments of old age, then we probably would have longer healthy lifespan. Ageing is what happens when evolution no longer sees a future for us, and selection becomes less assiduous in maintaining and overseeing basic physiological processes, like cell division. There's no point proofreading a document that no one is going to read.

So why don't grandmothers live forever? A recent analysis of the same Finnish data set indicates that grandmothers are only useful (in an evolutionary sense) for the child's first few years of life. Most of the children a grandmother can expect to help with will have been born by the time she is about seventy-five. Beyond this point, not only are grandmothers unhelpful for child survival, but they actually become a liability: living with one means that any child is less likely to survive into adulthood. This detrimental effect acts as a counterweight to the selective force favouring increased lifespan: in the end, grandmothers are no longer selected to live, but to die.

Reasons to Log Off

The girl who said she could never eat a second slice
of pizza my second year of college is doing really well.
My cousin posts a photo of a loaded gun. Have I ever
heard of the Second Amendment? Have I ever heard
of this new recipe? Cauliflower, a hint of lemon, some
chopped-up ginger root. Hey, do you want to lose
weight in only thirty minutes? Hey, can I have just a
moment of your time? Click here to receive a special
invitation. Click here if you want to believe in God.
Tomorrow there’s a Pride walk to support the right to
marry. One comment says: I will pray for your affliction.
Another says: I hope you trip, fall down, and die.
Swipe up to find my new lip filler. Scroll down to read
why these four girls were horribly afraid. Greg is
asking for your number. Greg wants to send a
big surprise.

Virtual realities.

The worst thing about being a kid was that no one told me the truth about my situation. In fact, they did the exact opposite. And, of course, I believed them, because I was just a kid and I didn’t know any better. I mean, Christ, my brain hadn’t even grown to full size yet, so how could I be expected to know when the adults were bullshitting me?

So I swallowed all of the dark ages nonsense they fed me. Some time passed. I grew up a little, and I gradually began to figure out that pretty much everyone had been lying to me about pretty much everything since the moment I emerged from my mother’s womb.

This was an alarming revelation.

It gave me trust issues later in life.

I started to figure out the ugly truth as soon as I began to explore the free OASIS libraries. The facts were right there waiting for me, hidden in old books written by people who weren’t afraid to be honest. Artists and scientists and philosophers and poets, many of them long dead. As I read the words they’d left behind, I finally began to get a grip on the situation. My situation. Our situation. What most people referred to as “the human condition.”

It was not good news.

I wish someone had just told me the truth right up front, as soon as I was old enough to understand it. I wish someone had just said:

“Here’s the deal, Wade. You’re something called a ‘human being.’ That’s a really smart kind of animal. Like every other animal on this planet, we’re descended from a single-celled organism that lived millions of years ago. This happened by a process called evolution, and you’ll learn more about it later. But trust me, that’s really how we all got here. There’s proof of it everywhere, buried in the rocks. That story you heard? About how we were all created by a super-powerful dude named God who lives up in the sky? Total bullshit. The whole God thing is actually an ancient fairy tale that people have been telling one another for thousands of years. We made it all up. Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.

“Oh, and by the way … there’s no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny. Also bullshit. Sorry, kid. Deal with it.

“You’re probably wondering what happened before you got here. An awful lot of stuff, actually. Once we evolved into humans, things got pretty interesting. We figured out how to grow food and domesticate animals so we didn’t have to spend all of our time hunting. Our tribes got much bigger, and we spread across the entire planet like an unstoppable virus. Then, after fighting a bunch of wars with each other over land, resources, and our made-up gods, we eventually got all of our tribes organized into a ‘global civilization.’ But, honestly, it wasn’t all that organized, or civilized, and we continued to fight a lot of wars with each other. But we also figured out how to do science, which helped us develop technology. For a bunch of hairless apes, we’ve actually managed to invent some pretty incredible things. Computers. Medicine. Lasers. Microwave ovens. Artificial hearts. Atomic bombs. We even sent a few guys to the moon and brought them back. We also created a global communications network that lets us all talk to each other, all around the world, all the time. Pretty impressive, right?

“But that’s where the bad news comes in. Our global civilization came at a huge cost. We needed a whole bunch of energy to build it, and we got that energy by burning fossil fuels, which came from dead plants and animals buried deep in the ground. We used up most of this fuel before you got here, and now it’s pretty much all gone. This means that we no longer have enough energy to keep our civilization running like it was before. So we’ve had to cut back. Big-time. We call this the Global Energy Crisis, and it’s been going on for a while now.

“Also, it turns out that burning all of those fossil fuels had some nasty side effects, like raising the temperature of our planet and screwing up the environment. So now the polar ice caps are melting, sea levels are rising, and the weather is all messed up. Plants and animals are dying off in record numbers, and lots of people are starving and homeless. And we’re still fighting wars with each other, mostly over the few resources we have left.

“Basically, kid, what this all means is that life is a lot tougher than it used to be, in the Good Old Days, back before you were born. Things used to be awesome, but now they’re kinda terrifying. To be honest, the future doesn’t look too bright. You were born at a pretty crappy time in history. And it looks like things are only gonna get worse from here on out. Human civilization is in ‘decline.’ Some people even say it’s ‘collapsing.’

“You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen to you. That’s easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You’re going to die. We all die. That’s just how it is.

“What happens when you die? Well, we’re not completely sure. But the evidence seems to suggest that nothing happens. You’re just dead, your brain stops working, and then you’re not around to ask annoying questions anymore. Those stories you heard? About going to a wonderful place called ‘heaven’ where there is no more pain or death and you live forever in a state of perpetual happiness? Also total bullshit. Just like all that God stuff. There’s no evidence of a heaven and there never was. We made that up too. Wishful thinking. So now you have to live the rest of your life knowing you’re going to die someday and disappear forever.

“Sorry.”

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Secret handshake.

Every work of art is one half of a secret handshake, a challenge that seeks the password, a heliograph flashed from a tower window, an act of hopeless optimism in the service of bottomless longing. Every great record or novel or comic book convenes the first meeting of a fan club whose membership stands forever at one but which maintains chapters in every city—in every cranium—in the world. Art, like fandom, asserts the possibility of fellowship in a world built entirily from the materials of solitude. The novelist, the cartoonist, the songwriter, knows that the gesture is doomed from the beginning but makes it anyway, flashes his or her bit of mirror, not on the chance that the signal will be seen or understood but as if such a chance existed.

Flophouse

you haven't lived
until you've been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
light bulb
and 56 men
squeezed together
on cots
with everybody
snoring
at once
and some of those
snores
so
deep and
gross and
unbelievable-
dark
snotty
gross
subhuman
wheezings
from hell
itself.
your mind
almost breaks
under those
death-like
sounds
and the
intermingling
odors:
hard
unwashed socks
pissed and
shitted
underwear
and over it all
slowly circulating
air
much like that
emanating from
uncovered
garbage
cans.
and those
bodies
in the dark
fat and
thin
and
bent
some
legless
armless
some
mindless
and worst of
all:
the total
absence of
hope
it shrouds
them
covers them
totally.
it's not
bearable.
you get
up
go out
walk the
streets
up and
down
sidewalks
past buildings
around the
corner
and back
up
the same
street
thinking
those men
were all
children
once
what has happened
to
them?
and what has
happened
to
me?
it's dark
and cold
out
here.

Charles Bukowski