Look closely, though, and you’ll notice that most of the women are brown or black-skinned. Their outfits are identical, as are the devices strapped to their wrists. Video cameras line the walls, and some of the women seem nervous, glancing frequently at the ladies in uniform strolling around the room.: a luxury retreat where women - often immigrants desperate to improve their lives - are hired to carry the babies of the richest people in the world.
The market encroaches on ever-more aspects of our lives: you can pay someone to organise your closets, choose your clothes or the art on your walls, sell you her eggs, carry your baby, sleep-train him and, later, grease his path to college. Is it really so unbelievable that a company might consider a luxury surrogacy farm a great business idea?
And, of course, we live in a time of glaring and widening inequality in terms of wealth, access and opportunity. It’s this inequality, and the stories we tell ourselves in America about inequality, that compelled me to writeThe story of American “meritocracy” — that success is a function of hard work and smarts - is one that I, a Filipina immigrant to the United States, grew up believing. It’s a story with some truth to it and enormous allure.
. I don’t have the answers. In fact, I’m not interested in providing readers with “my” answers! I hope, instead, to raise hard questions by looking at the inherent inequality in one of the most intimate of relationships: between a mother and the woman she hires to raise, or carry, her child. This is the heart of
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