To this claim I really have only one major response. They're penguins. I could add another point if pressed, that being that THEY'RE FUCKING PENGUINS, but I'll stick with the first. They're penguins. They are penguins.
Now leaving aside the fact that penguins have significantly fewer choices to make in their lives than humans do, and that penguins sometimes get involved in homosexual relationships, the fact that they're penguins has some rather important ramifications. For one the penguin is not exactly the best-designed non-flying bird, a competition it clearly loses to the noble ostrich. As the movie clearly demonstrates Penguins have evolved some rather peculiar behaviors. If we're going to follow their model when it comes to relationships why not when it comes to child rearing? Should we have the men of the species huddle together in sub-zero cold for two months in some sort of homo erotic egg-hatching scheme while women march thousands of miles to the sea to bring back fish? Perhaps we should give up modern society and science and literature and spend the rest of our existence marching back and forth from the sea. I can think of some people who that might appeal to, but personally I don't think I'd much like a 2 month arctic journey without my faithful Xbox.
It should also be noticed that if you're going to fit Penguins into an "intelligent design" theory you pretty much have to put them in a sub-section with the duck billed platypus and the mayfly entitled "Intelligent but kinda stoned design." This theory states that after the 'designer' created all the plants of the forest and the plains he started a little cannabis bonfire and decided to create a few creatures of the earth. "Dude," said the unnamed intelligence "What if this one's warm-blooded with like fur but it lays eggs and, aw fuck it, we'll put on a bill. And check out this other one. It's a bird, but it can't fly, only waddle, and it has to go thousands of miles every year. Look at em waddle, look at em waddle. Sweet." Then it made the mayfly the most intelligent of all animals on earth so that just as it achieves enlightenment in its 23rd hour of existence, having discovered the secrets of all creation and the meaning of the universe, it dies. Just to fuck with it. That's all.
I'm tired of people claiming that humans should take their cues from other animals. There's a reason that people have cities and interstate highways and penguins have big gay egg-parties. Humans are, at least right now, the better evolved species. Using our intelligence and opposable thumbs we can adapt to practically any environment or, when we have to, adapt the environment to suit us. We're the only animal that can fly to the moon and back, the only animal to both soar high above the clouds and dive to the bottom of the ocean, and the only animal to know that sometimes hot man on man action in the privacy of someone's bedroom is just so very right. Just because Bonobos manage peace in a matriarchal society doesn't mean we would (Joan of Arc wasn't exactly a bigtime peacenik) and just because Penguins all heterosexually mate for life (Which isn't even true) doesn't mean that works for every member of homo sapien. Kurt Vonnegut claims that we are a disease on this planet and should leave it to the cockroaches and bluejays. He may be 1,000,000 times the writer I'll ever be but I have to disagree with him here. All cockroaches know how to do is scuttle about, and have you seen the Bluejays? Their best hitter is Shea Hillenbrand and his OPS is barely over .800!
When it comes to people we need to figure out what's right for us without turning to 'god' or 'nature' or any other nebulous undefined force. We are our own species and we need to make our decisions as such. Penguins don't turn to humans for advice on how to act, if they did they wouldn't be wearing formal-wear on an ocean voyage. How 1920's can you get?
As for me, I'm a human and happy about it. I'll pick what kind of sexual orientation and relationships are appropriate for me, and stick to those. You won't catch me huddling over eggs with a bunch of hungry men in the foreseeable future. That shit's for the birds.