If anyone wonders why Salon is in financial trouble (http://gawker.com/news/salon/why-nobody-wants-to-work-at-salon-248850.php) this article is a good reason why.

How did this article get past the editors? It is little more than a jackass stunt and the writing is far too flat to make up for its utter lack of substance. While I do not care for navel-gazing essays by thirty and forty-something parents, I understand why Salon might run them. The reasons for this article appearing in Salon are beyond me.

Well said sirrahs, this was the worst example of frippery in the history of Salon! Utter nonsense, and an affront to humanity as well. Let's take this "Chang" person out in the back alley and beat him with a pipe, good and proper!

Honestly, you cranks -- go piss in your own bowl of Rice Krispies. If it’s fluff that offends you, not to worry. There’s plenty of genuine journalism for Salon to cover, and they do it very well. So either talk to your respective therapists about how this silly, forgettable essay offends you to your very core, or go kick some puppies and pop some kids’ balloons. Whatever gets you through the night.

Harrumph, I say! HARRUMPH!

article enjoy it for what it is. Can you imagine someone consuming that many Peeps instead?

And not a good read in any sense. I know it's a nod to Easter, but I would rather have read another "we raised this pig for our Easter ham" essay.

And the title? Just a bad idea.

Anyone who's ever eaten one of those waxy, nasty atrocities can't help but find this story amusing.

Maybe if they were made with decent chocolate they wouldn't be so bad, but Hershey chocolate seems partly made from petroleum products.

The challenge could be revisited with Cadbury mini eggs?

good work! those little things are evil, but if they sold that filling in a tube, i would totally buy it. so good.

Personally, I could really relate. This must be one of the most ingenious examples of seasonal marketing ever. I know they're horrible, but, every time I see them, some latent childhood memory (stored from a time when any sugar was good sugar) causes me to buy one. I get home, unwrap the sticky ball, and bite in. It's always the same: stale (even though it only comes out once a year - I figure they start making them in September), Waxy, gritty chocolate, grainy icing sugar and soya lecithin centre. Gross enough that I usually head to the garbage and spit out the first bite after the eye-watering, sugary grossness hits me.

I don't think that anyone will be surprised to learn that such a stunt is hardly unique. In fact, it's the stuff of Maxim interns back in 2005:

http://www.gawker.com/news/culture/party-crash/maxim-at-work-a-look-inside-the-magazine-industry-035752.php

Forget the Creme Eggs, ... yeck.

Look for the lovely purple bag of Cadbury mini-eggs... and try NOT to eat 50 of 'em.

I love this time of year... and they'll be 50% off on Monday! ;-)

Just reading this made me feel queasy. I can't even eat one of those eggs, they're so sweet.

Kudos to you, I. Chang, you are a true adventurer and I salute you. Cadbury execs should read this and give you, I dunno, ten bucks or something.

The candy shell, the creamy chocolate. What's not to love about the Mini Egg?? The Creme Egg tries too hard--"Look at me, I'm an egg and not an egg!". The Mini Egg--simple, elegant.

As for Chang's essay--I could take it or leave it.

Having been at this event, which for the record was in 1997, far before the alleged Maxim stunt (see earlier letter posted), I can attest that Mr. Chang was a true trooper. Having also recounted this story (though did not remember how many eggs were actually consumed versus how many were bet on) -- it is a classic. I have no other point to make except that Chang should be admired for his youthful (ten years ago!!) folly and not bashed. I wonder how many of you could have stomached those eggs. From a former Whartonite.

I know it's wrong, but this article just made me want to go out and eat a Creme Egg. I always eat them in the same way I've eaten filled treats (jelly donuts, fruit pies, etc) since I was a kid - lop off the top first, eat the sugary goo, then finish off the chocolate. Delicious! Though yes, it really is disappointing when you get one with a failed seal and the insides have gone all crystaline on you.

My mouth is watering. I'm tempted to run out right now to Safeway and see if they've gone on sale yet! It's almost Easter after all.

I love, love, love those things, and always have. Only the originals, not the ones with the nasty carmel inside.

Makes the Creme Eggs, I believe. They licensed everything else to Hershey's but not the eggs. Plus Hershey's is pretty much only the US--you get real Cadbury's stuff in Canada.

I read this out loud this morning to a friend and we laughed and laughed and laughed. Sometimes, you need a story like this to balance out all the bad news crap in the world, and to get over your revulsion at the obsession of some dead guy on a stick, sugar, ham (what would Jesus eat? certainly not ham - is that a sick joke?), and gross consumerism. Hey - in England, they sell these eggs year round at stores. Viva England!

This is exactly the kind of stuff I hope Salon tosses us on occasion, this is what I pay for. Was far more interesting than yet another navel-gazing story about why circumcision is bad or why having kids is hard.

Thanks for the laugh!