This Plague Brought Us — Peepsi.
As If Things Weren’t Bad Enough Already.
When my friend Meredith send me the link, I thought it was a joke at first. Like an article from The Onion, maybe. But no, it’s true. As if America hadn’t gotten gross enough with spray cheese and corn dogs, now some marketing whiz kid has decided to combine spring’s most heinous sugary treat with the classic sugary drink in a can to give us: voila — marshmallow soda.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not standing in opposition to all things marshmallow. I just went to a mountain cabin a couple of weekends ago, and had myself a delicious marshmallow toasted over an open fire. I’ve got nothing against marshmallows in general. And Peeps themselves are a harbinger of Easter if ever there was one. I used to put them in my kids’ baskets with reckless abandon. As a youngster, even I used to shove them in my mouth to guarantee a sugar high that can only be gotten thanks to the brand that brings us chicks and bunnies in a wide array of pastels.
I don’t also oppose Pepsi. I’ve been known to take a hit of their caffeine-infused goodness. I’ve even enjoyed their non-caffeinated delights. My grandmother used to stock her refrigerator with Pepsi in cans when they added a hint of lemon, and I’m old enough to remember Pepsi Clear. (Please don’t do the math.)
