Hypocrisy intrigues me. People are insanely contradictory about a lot of things. We "cherish life", but make it a point to kill every fly, mosquito, spider, and rat that comes trodding our way.
I was walking down (okay, up... I was technically going uphill) to my car today and a dove walked past me on the street, followed by a pigeon. I thought "awww... a dove" in that sort of cherished way. Then I thought "ewww... a pigeon" in that please-can-I-kick-it kind of way. I thought about the contradiction... that the dove was somehow better because it symbolized purity and peace, while pigeons don't really symbolize anything except the flying rat incarnate.
It's really not fair to either one. They're the same species (I think)... why do I find good things in the one that has a genetic anomaly? Why don't I feel like kicking both of them equally (for the record, I have never kicked a pigeon). They're both flying rats, and do the exact same things. They could even have been born of the same parents. Is it the novelty of the dove? Is it the fact that one's white and the other's grey? ...that white somehow has come to symbolize purity? From a purist, color perspective, that's a pretty flawed perspective, since white is "nearly all light of all visible wavelengths"... since it's the most diluted, isn't white really the "dirtiest" of the colors? The most impure embodiment of light?
It's one of those amazingly hypocritical things that our society seems to generally subscribe to (there are exceptions, but 50.1+% probably agree).