Yeah, they’ve got to represent SOMETHING, I’m just not sure what.
This is what happens when
your Peeps don’t represent
I don’t quite get America’s fascination with Peeps, the toxic yellow Easter candy that vaguely resembles a baby chicken. Maybe it’s some weird expression of the same impulse that drives the French to eat Ortolan. Or maybe it’s just part of America’s natural appetite for strange-smelling plastic representations of actual foods, like Circus Peanuts. In any case, there’s enough interest in them that Millikin University of Decatur, IL devotes a section of their web site specifically to Peeps Research. Their study is focused more on Peeps behavior; if you’re looking for basic scientific information about Peeps, see PeepResearch.org. Although I’d like to think that Peeps fans would stop eating them if they saw how they were made, they probably wouldn’t. Which may be bacause they’re somehow sacred and have magic powers that inspire blind devotion. After all they’re made in Bethlehem by a company called “Just Born”. Peeps may even have something to do with newspaper failures nationwide. Maybe if papers spent less time on annual peeps diorama contests, they could channel more energy into profitability. So I don’t love Peeps enough to spend hours in the studio photographing them, but I don’t hate them enough to think of 100 ways to kill them either. People who think that way have obviously never seen the horrors of Peep War.
The results of Peep violence. The injuries were so severe that it was impossible to tell if it was a Bunny Peep or a Yellow Chick Peep