What's With Girls and Penguins?! - The Biology and Theology of Cuteness
Cat videos, along with bonnet-clad chickens, baby fainting goats, mini cows, and an entire army of cuteness has taken over the female half of society. And that's a good thing.
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NOTE: In honor of Valentine’s Day, I am republishing this instant classic, beloved by so many of you last year. Enjoy. — RDM
by Rod D. Martin
February 14, 2026
Let’s be honest: you’ve seen it. A baby goat topples over in slow-motion faint, and suddenly every girl in the room squeals like she just got proposed to at the Magic Kingdom. Someone whips out their phone. Another gasps, “I literally can’t.” And before you know it, the video has been shared to fifteen group chats with two dozen emojis and forty-seven heart reactions.
To the untrained (i.e., male) eye, this might seem…unhinged. But it’s not. In fact, it’s divinely designed behavior. Because beneath the giggles and the “it’s so precious! Look at its ears!”, there’s something serious going on — something theological, biological, and deeply human.
Let’s dig in. With a smile.
Women Were Built to Care
Let’s start at the beginning. Literally. Genesis.
God made humanity male and female — in His image, yes, but not at all identical. He made Adam from the dust and gave him the job of tending the Garden and taming the wilderness. Then He made Eve from Adam’s side, not as an afterthought but as the necessary completion of the human project. Her design is not only biological — it is spiritual, emotional, and symbolic. She is the life-bearer, the sustainer, the one through whom future generations pass. She’s essential. And her superpower? Nurture.
Eve was designed to bring life into the world and care for it. That doesn’t stop at babies (though it certainly includes them). Her heart is wired for compassion, tenderness, and relational depth. This is not learned behavior. It is created nature. And that wiring shows up not just with people, but with anything small, fuzzy, and helpless.
So when she sees a chick peep in a cupcake-liner skirt, or a puppy wobbling around in socks, her soul lights up like a Christmas tree. Yes it’s silly. But it’s sublime.
God didn’t just make women able to carry life. He made them delight in it.
“Cute” Isn’t Random — It’s Engineered by Heaven
Ever wonder why all the things girls go crazy for have the same features? Tiny limbs. Big eyes. Wobbly movements. High-pitched sounds. Whether it’s a baby rabbit or a baby Yoda, it all triggers the same response.
Secularists argue that women evolved to nurture in order to ensure offspring survival. But the Christian understands something deeper: God designed those neural pathways, those hormonal reactions, those feedback loops. The release of oxytocin — the so-called “bonding hormone” — when a woman sees a helpless animal? That’s not an accident. It’s not evolutionary coincidence. It’s intentional craftsmanship. It’s God’s wiring.
God hardwired our brains (especially women’s) to light up when we see the vulnerable. This is the polar opposite of the pagan “might makes right” or the Nietzschean “will to power”. That warm rush of “awww” is fueled by a hormone cocktail — oxytocin, dopamine, even a little adrenaline — not to manipulate, but to motivate. To make us want to protect, cuddle, and care.
Oppression is not merely a sin against God and man. It’s a revolt against nature.
And no, this doesn’t mean all women are destined to be stay-at-home moms with fifteen kids and a chicken coop (though some certainly are, and God bless them). It simply means the feminine soul is tuned to the frequency of tenderness. God set the dial Himself.
So when a girl loses her mind over penguins in love? That’s biology. And theology. It’s heaven and hormones holding hands.
Culture Thinks It’s Silly. God Thinks It’s Strength.
We live in a world that sneers at softness. The modern ideal is cold, efficient, optimized. Women are told to lean in, toughen up, and suppress anything that smacks of “tradition” or “emotion,” even as men are pushed to be effeminate. The combination, all too often, is proving monstrous.
But Scripture tells a better story.
God doesn’t just tolerate tenderness — He embodies it. He describes Himself as a father carrying His children (Deut. 1:31); He compares Himself to a mother comforting her infant (Isa. 66:13), and a hen gathering her chicks (Matt. 23:37). Jesus wept over Jerusalem. He stopped to bless children while others saw them as a nuisance. He’s the Lion, yes — but He’s also the Lamb.
Make no mistake: this is just one facet of His infinitely complex personality. He describes Himself, after all, as a heavenly father, not a heavenly mother, as much as that truth may offend modern sensibilities. He is the King of Kings, the Lord of Armies, the Husband of the Bride, our rock, our fortress, our deliverer. None of this discussion is meant to demean the masculine.
But that’s just the thing: the two are complementary, not contradictory. God has designed both so that they may complete one another, and in so doing, find peace and joy, a picture of Christ and the Church, and of the life to come.
God is infinite. We are not. He has given the two halves of mankind different facets of His character. Women are made to marvel at penguins, and men are made to marvel at the women who do.
So when women melt at the sight of chickens in bonnets, or piglets, or baby elephants in pajamas, it’s not weakness. It’s divine resonance. She is reflecting the character of God, whose eye is on the sparrow and who numbers the hairs of our head. She sees the helpless and does not turn away — she rejoices.
That instinct to guard the innocent and cradle the fragile? That’s strength. That’s spiritual muscle. That’s what keeps civilizations from descending from the beauty of Bach and Beethoven to the horrors of Hitler and Himmler.
The Garden Still Whispers
Our world is fallen. Sin, death, and decay touch everything. Yet beauty remains — not as a relic, but as a witness. Romans 1 and 8 make clear that creation still declares the glory of God. And within that creation are signs that point to Eden.
Baby animals — and the female delight in them — are part of that signpost. They are vestiges of innocence, glimpses of a world before thorns and death. They are reminders that death is not natural, that life is still precious, that joy still exists, and that not all is corrupted.
When women gather around a video of a duckling waddling after its mother or a baby penguin stumbling across the yard, they are not escaping reality. They are remembering it — the deeper reality lost, but that still echoes in our bones and that will come again in the New Jerusalem.
This is not nostalgia. It’s eschatology. One day the lamb will lie down with the lion. The child will play near the hole of the cobra. The man who dies at 100 will be accounted to have died young. And tears will be wiped from every eye.
Until then, God gives us foretastes. And women, in their delight, are often the first to notice.
God Made Joy — and Giggling at Goats Is Part of It
You know what God didn’t have to do?
He didn’t have to make baby goats faint dramatically like Victorian ladies seeing a mouse.
He didn’t have to make chicks chirp like squeaky toys or kittens purr like little engines of joy.
He could’ve made the world gray and practical and boring.
But He didn’t.
He made it wild and wonderful. He made it sing and sparkle. He made things that exist just to delight. Not everything is utility. Some things are just grace.
And the ability to stop — to delight, to laugh, to feel — is a spiritual gift. It reminds us we’re not machines. We’re image-bearers.
So if a girl watches a video of a duck slipping on ice six times in a row with tears of laughter streaming down her face? That’s not immaturity. That’s worship. That’s a soul responding to joy the way it was meant to.
Why Women Share These Things
There’s one more aspect to this phenomenon worth noting: the communal instinct.
Women don’t just watch cute animal videos — they share them. The experience is not complete until it’s relational. This reflects the relational design of womanhood itself. From the beginning, woman was created not as an accessory, but as a helper suitable — a complement, a co-creator of civilization, a relational being mirroring a relational God.
God Himself is triune — Father, Son, Spirit — a perfect communion of persons with different, mutually reinforcing roles. So it’s no surprise that those made in His image would feel the deepest joy when joy is shared.
When a woman sees baby elephants teasing their siblings, she doesn’t just think “that’s cute.” She thinks, “Who can I show this to?” Because part of the pleasure is in the giving of it.
This too is divine. For God did not create a private world for Himself. He created a universe bursting with life and color — and then made man and woman in His image, so He could share His joy with them. The universe, at its core, is relational. And women are evangelists of delight.
Against the World, For the Beautiful
In a society increasingly marked by utilitarianism, rage, and detachment, of women who choose to be caricatures of men, and men who desire to become caricatures of women, real women’s instinctive joy in fragile, beautiful things stands as an unintentional protest — a testimony to what is good and right and true.
The world mocks tenderness. The enemy mocks innocence. But God delights in both.
And when women light up at the sight of a baby goat fainting on a spring hillside, they may not be thinking about Genesis or Isaiah or Romans or Revelation — but they are embodying them. They are declaring, with eyes wide and hearts soft, that life is still good. That beauty still matters. That the vulnerable still deserve protection.
And that in a fallen world bent on power, there is still room for joy.
Conclusion: Theology in a TikTok
So why are women “weirdly excited” about kittens and penguins and baby fainting goats?
Because God made them that way. And it’s one of the best arguments for God you’ll ever find.
No accidental cosmos, no abiogenesis, no blind evolutionary process, no nihilistic machinery of chance could ever have forged such a delight — a spontaneous, uncalculating love of the small and fragile.
That is the work of a Creator. A Father. One who loves His children — and the lambs and chicks and baby goats too.
Let the world scoff. But the women who squeal at cute baby animals may be seeing something the rest of us are not. They are certainly silly. They are also saints of sentiment, prophets of joy, remembering Eden and pointing quietly toward the coming Kingdom.
Because God made them to.
So next time you hear the squeal, don’t roll your eyes, at least not too much. Don’t mutter something about attention spans or estrogen, or at least not more than affectionate teasing requires.
Smile.
You’re witnessing something sacred.
Clavin &Hobbes!!!!