You want to watch that broad-brushing, Krispin. That is if you ever hope to be taken seriously.
What you fail to realize, with your sweeping generalizations, is that I NEVER SAID Technology should be abandoned and that we should all go back to swinging from trees and scratching for fleas. You inferred that. Erroneously.
If Technology allows us to get an egg from a human female and allow fertilization from a male ostrich - should we take that and put it in her womb and see what happens? Hey - it's TECHNOLOGY! That means we should just plow right ahead and do it. We beat Nature again! We invented a life form that never would have happened! Yay! We're smarter than Nature! We're SUPERIOR to Nature!
Nature is like Ken Kesey's "Combine" of which he used as an allegory in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. The combine they use on farms. It's out there. It's coming. It's going to take it's good old time. But it is unstoppable. And inescapable. And yes - since Nature encapsulates everything that occurs, it is superior. We are a rather minor aspect in the skein of diversity that is Nature. And I don't mean just biology or the Earth or even the Solar System. It's everything else out there as well.
Let's just do a complete scenario-reversal that caused the flare-up in the first place, betwixt ponderingturtle and myself. That if a woman decides she wants to raise a baby without a man - she should be able to.
Let's assume I want to do this (and I don't - this is for the purpose of illustration of a point). Ready? I want to raise a newborn all by myself. Don't want the messiness of a relationship with a woman. Don't like women, want to do this thing myself. Just me and my baby, my little kiddie, who I am going to raise perfectly without anyone else getting in my way. I get a catalog. Nice one, color pictures, slick, well-designed. And I go shopping for a fetus carrier. I'm a Uterus Shopper. My sperm. Her egg. I don't want to know her, don't want to meet her, just give me her vitals. Height, weight, age, eye color, hair color, race, education. Ah! Here's one. Seems ideal. How much? Oh, five grand and she'll carry the fetus to term. Got that. Here's the cash. (9 months later) Hello? Yes? You got my baby? Terrific! Ahhh! Childrearing bliss! No pesky woman to screw up the perfect kiddie. I'll just get this infant formula, feed the kid the bottle, change it, coo and goo-goo with it, burp it, sing to it, read it stories... Your mommy? Who? Other kids have mommies and you want to know where yours is? Sorry, kiddie, you apple of my eye, you. I decided you didn't need a mommy for your upbringing. Dad knows best, right? And it's legal and I got just what I wanted - you - and we didn't have to involve anything like a mommy in raising you. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't technology great? You can do the same thing, kiddie!
Tell me, Krispin, with a straight face that the above scenario ISN'T monstrous. And if it's monstrous - then so is the notion of a woman's deliberate decision to raise a newborn without a man - without the father around ever.