|No one but the woman is investing in the baby, especially in a case of rape... thus why is it important what she does? Explain that please.|
Ok, obviously you are having trouble dealing with the logic of the situation, so let's make this personal so you can understand it.
Imagine that you are 22, and you've found the love of your life. He's pretty much everything you've ever wanted in a man.
I just checked your profile and realised it's your 17th birthday today. Happy birthday!
You get married, and have wild monkey sex every night. Then after a few months, you get a little worried that you're not pregnant yet. Your mother keeps asking you when you're going to make her a grandma, and you know from speaking with him that your husband also really wants a child with you. So after a year of trying, you both decide to get tested for fertillity. At first, your husband is really worried that he's shooting blanks, and if you were honest you'd admit that you think he might be.
But then the results come back, and you find out that he is a perfectly fit sperm machine. Instead, you find out that you have a deformity with your uterus which means that fertilized eggs can't embed themselves in you. Your husband and you have probably made several babies, but they've all been flushed down the toilet without either of you the wiser. Because of some random genetic mishap, you can never carry a baby to term. Technically, you're in the exact same position as a man. Because of some random genetic occurance of him being a man and not a woman, he is incapable of carrying a baby to term.
But, thanks to medical technology, the doctors tell you that they can take one of your eggs, some of your husband's sperm, and grow the baby in a surrogate mother. It's irrelevant to the analogy whether you would actually choose to do this, or die without children, so let's assume that after a lot of humming and hawing and crying and talking with your husband and your family, that you eventually decide to go ahead and have your baby carried to term in a surrogate mother.
The doctor's perform the procedure, and after a little bit of hoping for the best, they tell you that it has worked, and you can expect a baby girl in 9 months.
Then, 2 months in, the surrogate mother decides that she doesn't want to do it anymore, so she aborts your baby. She tells you about it beforehand, of course, but she politely tells you that seeing as how it's her body, you have no say in what she does. It doesn't matter that it's YOUR baby, and your concerns and desires to have that baby don't matter. All that matters is that being pregnant is inconveniencing her, so she's going to kill your baby.
Of course, you'd be perfectly fine with all this, wouldn't you? After all, you didn't invest anything into that baby. Only she did. Isn't that right?
What I'm trying to do here is show you that reproduction does not begin with sex and end with birth. It begins long before sex, and ends when you die. Your whole life is spent investing into your ability to attract the best men. Men spend their whole lives investing in their ability to attract the best women. Women keep up with fashion, spend endless hours ensuring they look perfect and different, so that they can stand out from the other girls and be prettier than them, so that guys will notice them. They learn how to play coy, give him "the signs", they stress endlessly when he doesn't "get" their signs, they gossip about who is doing what with who and when so that they can move higher in the social heirachy by being more "in the know". They take every oppurtunity to put down their competition any way they can. And they do all this, every day of their lives, so that they can get the best men. When they have that really hot confident guy approach them in the club, it's all paid off. Now they sit back and judge him on his performance. But that's cool, because he's been preparing for this all his life too. He works out so that he's masculine and strong, he stands tall and with ease, he's spent at least some time grooming himself to stand out from the guys around him, he's spent years teasing his friends and fighting them to establish his rank in the social pecking order and becoming a "man's man". He's saved money from his job to afford expensive clothes and a car and whatever other shiny expensive things he is interested in to demonstrate his social fitness. He's invested time and energy into maybe art, or playing a musical instrument, or writing novels, so that he can demonstrate his mental talents and differentiate himself from the other guys. Maybe he's even involved in some regular sporting activity, like rock-climbing, soccer, or football, so that he can demonstrate his physical prowess over other males. And when he's that confident hot guy in the club, it'll all pay off for him, because one of the hot girls will decide unconsciously that she wants his baby.
Life is our investment. A baby is our purpose. A person who dies without a child is a genetic dead end. No-one here alive today is decended from anyone who died without children. Sex is merely how we attempt to make our investment pay off. You might think that we humans have sex for the sheer pleasure of it, but that only shows ignorance of reality. The whole reason that sex is pleasurable at all is because it makes babies. If you think that a man's "investment" ends at ejaculation, then you're discounting all the years of life-experience it required for him to become attractive to you. I might just as easily say that "laying on your back" is your investment, but that would discredit all the time you spend making yourself pretty and wearing the right clothes and gaining social status in your group. If you don't believe me, then you can test it for yourself. Just simply spend one month where you don't use any makeup at all, you don't brush your hair at all, you don't wear push-up bras, you wear only daggy grey jumpsuits and slippers, walk with a slouch, and yell obscenities at people randomly. Basically abandon your instinctual social rules and become a complete dag. Then count how many times you have hot guys approach you. That will give you some idea about the real investment needed just to get a chance
to make a baby. And it's much easier for women to get that chance. If you want to know how much investment a guy needs.... just count how many times you've had sex with small weedy pimply geeks who smoke pot and play XBox in their rooms all day.
And if you STILL think that men don't invest at all in babies, then perhaps you'd be so kind as to show us all how you make a baby without a man.
Ok, you can't do that? Ok. Then make a baby with a man who has invested nothing in becoming attractive. Just pick some fat, stupid, computer analyst, with bad skin and body odour, and poor social skills, with no talents or abilities beyond burping the alphabet and telling you the intricate workings of LINUX and how it was really funny that one time when someone typed /div instead of /dev, and have sex with him until you concieve. Then you must leave him and never have anything to do with another man, which means supporting yourself and your child alone, until your child is fully grown. Then, and only then, will you have shown me that men require no investment into making a baby.
But if that doesn't sound particularly appealing to you, then you can shut the f*ck up.