For Peeps’ Sake: Why Are We Still Eating These Things?

A sticky, sugary deep dive into America's most baffling Easter tradition.

Hello, Useless Knowledge Nation—

Let’s talk about Peeps.

You know the ones. Those neon-colored, sugar-encrusted marshmallow chicks that taste like insulation foam rolled in Splenda. Every Easter, they rise from the grave like a diabetic Jesus and invade stor…