Disclaimer: this is a filler post while I wait for Rogue One to come out. You have been warned.
In order to answer such a deep, philosophical, lifestyle-defining question, we must first define what “cute” is. I for one define cute as a state of being in the same vein as “pretty” or “beautiful,” only it conveys a sense of endearment or smallness along with physical appeal. For example, puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. A swarm of black widow spiders is not cute, even for someone like me who actually likes spiders.
So why do we like cute things anyway? Some would attribute this to our innate maternal and paternal instincts—the brain-waves that make us think like mothers and fathers, and our desire to care for things.
Another hypothesis is that humans are naturally drawn to things we see beautiful. Flowers, paintings, and music may not be cute, but we are drawn to them in the same way that most people are drawn to, say, a basket of kittens.
So, is there anything wrong with liking cute things? I believe no, as long as it is in moderation. Cute things are a great distraction from stressful times.
I guess, in a way, our love of cute things reflects our nature of being created in God’s image. After all, we are admonished in Philippians 4:8 to think about whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and admirable. I guess cute things could be inserted into one of the final three categories.
And now, my weakness, owls.
If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to prepare for my second exam of the day. Biology waits for no man, woman, or bird of prey.