Easter..

[Logos]

.. or as I like to refer to it as "Fleester" :lol:
you know, because it's another "holiday" that has been commercialised and corporatised to become meaningless to most

does anybody actually like PEEPS??? (http://www.millikin.edu/staley/fluff/peep_research.html)

:sick:

[Nightshade]

hummm never heard of them but look another librarywhere people have FUN!!

[AimusSage]

I didn't know those where rare, I always have fun when in the library. Always eyeing the pretty librarian across the room ;)

As for peeps, can't say that I care much for them, if I knew what they are, but somehow I feel like agreeing with the guy in the last picture. :D

[Stanislaw]

ahh, good ol dogbert day...

I like easter...the traditional meaning behind it anyways, but comercialization. :mad:


Ahh, peeps...anybody hear of the lord of the peeps...lord of the rings recreated scene by scene with peeps? its really funny...I'll go and look for the link... :D

[Logos]

They're puffy foamy marshmellow things.. if that's not bad enough they're coated in granular fake-o coloured sugar. They come in the shape of "chicks" or "rabbits" or I think there are "bird" shaped ones too but I think they look like poop :lol:

[Logos]

http://www.lordofthepeeps.com/

:goof: verrah verrah disturbing!

[Stanislaw]

http://www.lordofthepeeps.com/

:goof: verrah verrah disturbing!

It is too awesome! :D

btw...I love peeps, especially when they are slightly stale :thumbs_up

[Koa]

you know, because it's another "holiday" that has been commercialised and corporatised to become meaningless to most


That's what I think of celebrations. Useless.

Even if Easter is one of the least disturbing maybe... it is less hyped than Christmas (they don't start with decorations 3 monhts in advance) and it involves chocolate :D And it's somehow easier to flee early from relatives...

What I've always hated is the day after Easter, the Monday. Here traditonally you should go on a trip to the countryside, a little excursion (and eat painted egg), and that sucks. Every place is packed and I hate to do things because "I have to" on a particular day. Igo to the countryside when and if I feel like it. :mad:

[woeful painter]

What do they taste like :brow:

[Virgil]

What I've always hated is the day after Easter, the Monday. Here traditonally you should go on a trip to the countryside, a little excursion (and eat painted egg), and that sucks. Every place is packed and I hate to do things because "I have to" on a particular day. Igo to the countryside when and if I feel like it. :mad:
I never heard that. I guess my parents came from the countryside. Is this a northern Italian ritual or is it across the whole country?

[Nightshade]

Well actually they do that in Egypt too. You see Easter Monday coincides wiith Ancient Egyptien holiday called shem el naseem ( but it has an arbic name just to be :confused:ing (smell the breeze! :eek: )) I have yet to figure out why we still celebrate although nowadays lots of people refuse the rotten fish. :sick: but still its very odd!

:D

[Logos]

Koa I would love any excuse to go for a drive in the country, but it depends on who I'm with :D

[emily655321]

In my experience, any Easter activities not on Sunday take place the night before. We usually go to the Easter Vigil Mass at church, which is really long and involves standing outside around a hibachi while the priest lights the Easter candle, then everyone lights their own little candle and processes back into the church chanting, and then a long, long, long song sung by someone (in the candlelit dark, it's really pretty), followed by the reading of, like, seven long passages from the Bible, including the entire creation story. And tons of flowers everywhere, and lots of people with allergies sneezing because of the flowers. And there's usually the baptisms and confirmations of a couple people converting to Catholicism. And then there's more singing, and then everyone goes downstairs for cookies and champagne. :D

I like peeps, although I will not accept rabbit-shaped peeps as real peeps. The chick-shaped ones are the only genuine article. And I agree with Stan, they're better when they're stale and a little crispy on the outside. :D Okay, so, maybe "like" is the wrong word... I like the idea of peeps, because they're traditional and weird, although it was cooler when you only saw them at Easter. Now there's turkey-peeps at Thanksgiving, pumpkin-peeps at Halloween, tree-peeps at Christmas... by the time Easter rolls around, it's like, "Oh, real peeps! Yay. ... Meh."

By the way, the acceptable way of eating peeps is to stretch the neck until the head breaks off, and eat that first. Eating a peep without playing with it first just seems... wrong. :p

Here (http://www.icrsurvey.com/Study.aspx?f=Peeps_1102.html) are the findings of a highly scientific survey (sarcasm) done on the subject of peeps by the company that makes them.

[Stanislaw]

By the way, the acceptable way of eating peeps is to stretch the neck until the head breaks off, and eat that first. Eating a peep without playing with it first just seems... wrong. :p

:D Well why else would they be designed in such a shape that is conducive to manditory decapitation? :D

an aside: my church does the same, it looks really nice...but I always worry that the little kids will torch some of the hairspray heavy seniors...some of those kids are pyros... :)...:flare:... :banana:

:D

[Koa]

I never heard that. I guess my parents came from the countryside. Is this a northern Italian ritual or is it across the whole country?

I'm quite sure it's a tradition everywhere. The day is called Pasquetta, that is little Pasqua, that is little Easter ;), and as that it's recognised everywhere. I think people from the south are most likely to go to the beach if they have it near, and maybe these days the countryside thing is not that popular as it used to be (or maybe just cos I can ignore it), but it's definitely not considered a normal day. A lot of people also leave for a few days holiday.
I don't know, maybe in the south they don't tend to measure your social status with "what did you do for Pasquetta?" as they do in the posh north...

The eggs are definitely an Easter tradition anyway. Do you also have chocolate eggs in the US? :confused:

[emily655321]

The eggs are definitely an Easter tradition anyway. Do you also have chocolate eggs in the US? :confused:
Fill in the blank: Do you have chocolate _______ in the U.S.? Perennial answer: YES, and everyone eats ten at a sitting.

Lordy, do we ever have chocolate eggs. :p Do they have Cadbury eggs (http://i2.tinypic.com/sztowy.jpg) in Italy? I used to love those when I was little, now I think they're a little gross. The big thing for Easter is chocolate rabbits; you don't have an Easter basket without a chocolate rabbit.

[Virgil]

I'm quite sure it's a tradition everywhere. The day is called Pasquetta, that is little Pasqua, that is little Easter ;), and as that it's recognised everywhere. I think people from the south are most likely to go to the beach if they have it near, and maybe these days the countryside thing is not that popular as it used to be (or maybe just cos I can ignore it), but it's definitely not considered a normal day. A lot of people also leave for a few days holiday.
I don't know, maybe in the south they don't tend to measure your social status with "what did you do for Pasquetta?" as they do in the posh north...

The eggs are definitely an Easter tradition anyway. Do you also have chocolate eggs in the US? :confused:
Thanks, as to the first part of your post.

As to the second part, I know emily replied, but it probably needs emphasis: WE HAVE TONS OF CHOCOLATE IN THE US DURING EASTER!!!

[emily655321]

:lol: @ Virg.

For the sake of gratuity, I'll emphasize yet further: Were there an absence of Easter-themed chocolate, most Americans probably wouldn't even notice Easter had come and gone. The same holds true for any other holiday.

I'm working on a theory that Americans consistently prove their own existence to themselves by confirming their ability to chew.

[Nightshade]

interesting theory ((g))
I dont lik cadbury eggs got to be the only one in my family who doesnt but thyey are tooo sweet for me:sick:

[Stanislaw]

:lol: @ Virg.

For the sake of gratuity, I'll emphasize yet further: Were there an absence of Easter-themed chocolate, most Americans probably wouldn't even notice Easter had come and gone. The same holds true for any other holiday.

I'm working on a theory that Americans consistently prove their own existence to themselves by confirming their ability to chew.


I think the same is true for all of north america...unless halloween doesn't actually start in two weeks... :D

[Koa]

Ok, I got the point... :lol:



Do they have Cadbury eggs (http://i2.tinypic.com/sztowy.jpg) in Italy? I used to love those when I was little, now I think they're a little gross. The big thing for Easter is chocolate rabbits; you don't have an Easter basket without a chocolate rabbit.

Nope I've never seen Cadbury in Italy, although the British me soon learnt about it. Actually, last time I went to England at a friend's we visited the Cadbury factory :lol: as they have a tour, mostly meant for kids of course :D But we were feeling silly and I never decline a chocolate-related activity :D
Do you have Kinder eggs (http://www.moonmilk.com/miscellany/eggs/newpix/sorpresa2.jpg) in the USA? Here is the Italian version but I know they're in all Europe and definitely not only at Easter.

We are not much into rabbits... I know in Germany and other places they hide chocolate rabbits in the garden or something like that... but we don't.

Another Easter thing we have is a cake called colomba (dove):

http://www.sullivanstreetbakery.com/bakery/provisions/images/colomba/colomba.jpg
http://www.luisosthall.se/specials/Colomba1.jpg

[Nightshade]

ohh we had kinder eggs in KSA Id buy half my sisters choclatae with my present.....ah those were the days.

[emily655321]

The only time I've seen or heard of Kinder eggs was when I visited Italy. I've never seen them in the States.

We don't hide rabbits here, but hiding (and subsequently "hunting" for) Easter eggs is a tradition in the US. Some of my friends' families only hid chocolate eggs, but mine always hid the hard-boiled eggs we'd colored the night before. Of course, there were always a couple that got chewed up by the cats, but they need their Easter fun, too. :D

[ElizabethSewall]

We also have Kinder eggs in France. Parents hide eggs as well and pretend the Easter Bells have brought them to the kids. Then we paint all eggs. :cool:

[emily655321]

The following is in no way meant to disparage French Easter traditions, but our international discussion of Easter, and specifically Elizabeth's mention of the Easter Bells, reminded me of it and I want to put it here. :D

It's a passage from Me Talk Pretty One Day (by David Sedaris). (I've been talking about that book an awful lot since I read it. :rolleyes:) Anyway, it takes place in a French class for immigrants in Paris. (The improper English is supposed to stand for improper French.) The teacher has just asked the class, "And what does one do on Easter?" A woman from Morocco says she doesn't know what Easter is, and the teacher has called on the students to explain.
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of God who call his self Jesus, and...oh, s---." She faltered and her fellow countryman came to her aid.

"He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two...morsels of...lumber."

The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.

"He die one day and then he go above my head to live with your father."

"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples."

"He nice, the Jesus."

"He make the good things, and on Easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today."

Part of the problem had to do with the vocabulary. Simple nouns such as cross and resurrection were beyond our grasp, let alone such complicated reflexive phrases as "to give of yourself your only begotten son." Faced with the challenge of explaining the cornerstone of Christianity, we did what any self-respecting group of people might do. We talked about food instead.

"Easter is a party for to eat of the lamb," the Italian nanny explained. "One too may eat of the chocolate."

"And who brings the chocolate?" the teacher asked.

I knew the word, so I raised my hand, saying, "The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate."

"A rabbit?" The teacher, assuming I'd used the wrong word, positioned her index fingers on top of her head, wriggling them as though they were ears. "You mean one of these? A rabbit rabbit?"

"Well, sure," I said. "He come in the night when one sleep on a bed. With a hand he have a basket and foods."

The teacher sighed and shook her head. As far as she was concerned, I had just explained everything that was wrong with my country. "No, no," she said. "Here in France the chocolate is brought by a big bell that flies in from Rome."

I called for a time out. "But how do the bell know where you live?"

"Well," she said, "how does a rabbit?"

It was a decent point, but at least a rabbit has eyes. That's a start. Rabbits move from place to place, while most bells can only go back and forth—and they can't even do that on their own power. On top of that, the Easter Bunny has character. He's someone you'd like to meet and shake hands with. A bell has all the personality of a cast-iron skillet. It's like saying that come Christmas, a magic dustpan flies in from the North Pole, led by eight flying cinder blocks. Who wants to stay up all night so they can see a bell? And why fly one in from Rome when they've got more bells than they know what to do with right here in Paris? That's the most implausible aspect of the whole story, as there's no way the bells of France would allow a foreign worker to fly in and take their jobs. That Roman bell would be lucky to get work cleaning up after a French bell's dog—and even then he'd need papers. It just didn't add up.

[ElizabethSewall]

Emily this is really funny and quite true on the whole! :lol: :lol: :lol:

[Mililalil XXIV]

They're puffy foamy marshmellow things.. if that's not bad enough they're coated in granular fake-o coloured sugar. They come in the shape of "chicks" or "rabbits" or I think there are "bird" shaped ones too but I think they look like poop :lol:
I happen to know they is cute!

[Mililalil XXIV]

In my experience, any Easter activities not on Sunday take place the night before. We usually go to the Easter Vigil Mass at church, which is really long and involves standing outside around a hibachi while the priest lights the Easter candle, then everyone lights their own little candle and processes back into the church chanting, and then a long, long, long song sung by someone (in the candlelit dark, it's really pretty), followed by the reading of, like, seven long passages from the Bible, including the entire creation story....And there's usually the baptisms and confirmations of a couple people converting to Catholicism. And then there's more singing....

I like peeps, although I will not accept rabbit-shaped peeps as real peeps. The chick-shaped ones are the only genuine article. And I agree with Stan, they're better when they're stale and a little crispy on the outside. :D Okay, so, maybe "like" is the wrong word... I like the idea of peeps, because they're traditional and weird, although it was cooler when you only saw them at Easter.

These words express my experience as well.

Peeps must not be seen on par with Tweety Bird, who irritates cats and cat-lovers (like Xamonas). Maybe Tweety is a tasty peep with a catnip cologne.

When I was a peep myself, I used to wake my brother up to deliver papers, saying, "Papes!" [The word "peeps" reminds me of this vastly wondrous melodrama of boyhood.]