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.

Outrunning the Sun

If you visit Christ Church College at Oxford University, you might notice something rather strange among the fabled ‘dreaming spires’: the clocks are wrong. Or, rather, the clocks are right.

It’s not a huge difference. The clocks are just five minutes and two seconds behind Greenwich Mean Time – time as measured at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, London, which forms the basis of the Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) used around the world. That five-minute gap exists because Oxford lies west of the Prime Meridian, the line of 0° longitude that runs through Greenwich. The further from London you go, the further ahead or behind UTC the local solar time becomes. In Cornwall, the sundial was more than a quarter of an hour behind Greenwich.

I say ‘was’, because in the 19th century everything changed. Technology transformed our relationship to space, and time was dragged along with it.

In Being and Time – that hand-grenade thrown into 20th century European philosophy – Martin Heidegger wrote that “initially, ‘time’ shows itself in the sky, that is, precisely where one finds it in the natural orientation towards it, so that ‘time’ is even identified with the sky.” For most of human history, to ask the time was to ask a question about the Sun. Indeed, such a question was probably rare, for nobody really needed to know the minute. People lived by the hours of the day and the ebb and flow of the seasons.

We still created calendars, of course, and a roster of feasts and holidays – events that unify what Charles Taylor called “high time” and “profane time”, the time of the sacred and the time of everyday work and rest. But even these were still linked to the accidents of the orbit of the planet and the positions of celestial bodies. Time was structured by rhythms and cycles that had their origins in the tilt and rotation of the Earth, rather than any more distinctively human project.

As evolved creatures, we are embodied to the effects of these cosmic accidents. The Sun is buried deep in our biology. We rise and sleep with circadian rhythms that betray our identity as animals living on a planet that turns on its axis once every twenty-four hours. On the plains of Africa, our distant ancestors could simply never move fast enough to experience jetlag; never had to forego sleep in order to communicate with anyone in a different time zone. They could outwit predators and prey alike, but they could never outrun the Sun.

But it’s different for us. New technologies changed things. It appears most people used to fall asleep for about four hours, wake for an hour or two deep in the night, and then sleep for another four. But street lighting and candles made it possible to fight the darkness for longer, so a single long period of sleep became the default. Interestingly, though, experimental data suggests that if people are kept in the dark for fourteen hours a day, the old two-part sleeping pattern seems to re-emerge.

With the coming of the factory, time was turned into a commodity, carved up and sold in increments. A new question became possible: “Do you have the time?” – a question that faintly alludes to a sense in which the speaker has lost the time, through time’s being made more precise than the sky and the body can provide.

If you visit Christ Church College at Oxford University, you might notice something rather strange among the fabled ‘dreaming spires’: the clocks are wrong. Or, rather, the clocks are right.

It’s not a huge difference. The clocks are just five minutes and two seconds behind Greenwich Mean Time – time as measured at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, London, which forms the basis of the Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) used around the world. That five-minute gap exists because Oxford lies west of the Prime Meridian, the line of 0° longitude that runs through Greenwich. The further from London you go, the further ahead or behind UTC the local solar time becomes. In Cornwall, the sundial was more than a quarter of an hour behind Greenwich.

I say ‘was’, because in the 19th century everything changed. Technology transformed our relationship to space, and time was dragged along with it.

In Being and Time – that hand-grenade thrown into 20th century European philosophy – Martin Heidegger wrote that “initially, ‘time’ shows itself in the sky, that is, precisely where one finds it in the natural orientation towards it, so that ‘time’ is even identified with the sky.” For most of human history, to ask the time was to ask a question about the Sun. Indeed, such a question was probably rare, for nobody really needed to know the minute. People lived by the hours of the day and the ebb and flow of the seasons.

We still created calendars, of course, and a roster of feasts and holidays – events that unify what Charles Taylor called “high time” and “profane time”, the time of the sacred and the time of everyday work and rest. But even these were still linked to the accidents of the orbit of the planet and the positions of celestial bodies. Time was structured by rhythms and cycles that had their origins in the tilt and rotation of the Earth, rather than any more distinctively human project.

As evolved creatures, we are embodied to the effects of these cosmic accidents. The Sun is buried deep in our biology. We rise and sleep with circadian rhythms that betray our identity as animals living on a planet that turns on its axis once every twenty-four hours. On the plains of Africa, our distant ancestors could simply never move fast enough to experience jetlag; never had to forego sleep in order to communicate with anyone in a different time zone. They could outwit predators and prey alike, but they could never outrun the Sun.

But it’s different for us. New technologies changed things. It appears most people used to fall asleep for about four hours, wake for an hour or two deep in the night, and then sleep for another four. But street lighting and candles made it possible to fight the darkness for longer, so a single long period of sleep became the default. Interestingly, though, experimental data suggests that if people are kept in the dark for fourteen hours a day, the old two-part sleeping pattern seems to re-emerge.

With the coming of the factory, time was turned into a commodity, carved up and sold in increments. A new question became possible: “Do you have the time?” – a question that faintly alludes to a sense in which the speaker has lost the time, through time’s being made more precise than the sky and the body can provide.

It’s easy to think we should resist this shift somehow, and reclaim time as a lived experience of sky and body instead of an artificial, mathematical structuring of our days, years, and lives. Those deliberately slow clocks in Oxford are a charming little act of rebellion against the divorce of clock-time and sky-time. Our sun-programmed body, after all, has a habit of reasserting itself against clock-time, as anyone who has laid sleepless in a foreign city after a long flight can tell you. (Insomnia, said Levinas, is sheer awareness of being as such, a state of watchfulness without an object. It also, we might add, sucks). Jetlag is a reminder that we’re moving at velocities far greater than our ancestors on the plains ever could.

But instead of fighting it, some reformers suggest we should just finish what we started two centuries ago. Aviation, for instance, largely works on ‘Zulu Time’ i.e. UTC. So why not simply use one time zone for the whole world?

That would take some getting used to, of course. For the first time, ‘midday’ and ‘12pm’ would be very different things everywhere but London. Depending where you live you might be watching the dawn at 11pm or snuggling into bed at 11am. Yet we’re already used to clock-time diverging from the sky given the shorter days of winter and the long twilights of summer, and the change to daylight saving time and back. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that much of a shift.

Still, don’t be surprised if the old rhythms continue to haunt us even as our technological powers increase. No matter how fast we manage to live, we’re still creatures of the Sun.

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