Butterfly Person

In my superficial musings, I say to my sister:

"You know, #subtweet is such a beautiful girl. But her boyfriend isn't that good looking, she can do better..."

My sis: "Wow Ariel, maybe he has a good heart. You're such a butterfly person"

So, two things:
1. Yes, I am superficial for saying that. I know better than to judge a book by its cover, but I'm only human and I am going to fall prey to thoughts like that sometimes. Mostly if they arise, I keep them to myself though.

2. Yes, I did just use a hashtag gimmick from twitter in order to keep the name anonymous, and I will probably keep doing that until I figure out a better way.

What she meant by calling me that referred to a conversation we had earlier when we were talking about butterflies and moths. My mom was so excited she found this summer camp about butterflies for her, and my sister was quick to tell her that she actually hates butterflies. My mom and I were both surprised, cause like, who doesn't love butterflies? The ensuing conversation went something like this:

Jamie: "Butterflies are just like moths, and I mean, you hate moths."
Ariel: "I do hate moths, but I mean they're fatter, less colorful, and squishier-looking them butterflies."
Jamie: "Yeah well do you see why society likes prettier and skinnier people now?"

I think the actual conversation was a little more deeper sounding then what I've written here. But at any rate, my sister was trying to teach me that I shouldn't put value on things just because they are more beautiful. True, butterflies are skinnier, daintier, and more colorful than moths. But when you get down to it, are they so different? I mean, I'm sure there are many other scientific, biological differences. But I mean, when it comes down to the bare bones of what they are, they are both flying bugs with giant wings.

Is it fair for me to hate moths and love butterflies? Probably not.
Guess I'll have to rethink my life a bit.

That and somehow get over my disgust of moths.