Pinkorama #2: “2 Peeps”
It is my delight to share with your our second Pinkorama of 2025– which is thematically appropriate, since this Pinkorama, by returning champions Candace and Cassandra, is brought to you by the number 2.
Two L, in fact. Or, in this case, “2 Peeps”.
(For those of you who haven’t heard of it, Two L was my 3L project at Harvard Law: a novella based on the plot of Measure for Measure, set at Harvard Law in the early 2000s. This is the very first time it’s been brought to Peep!)
It is an imaging of a speculation by Cliff in Chapter 7 of Two L. We present to you what may have happened when Cliff and Julia bumped trays in Yale’s Commons Dining Hall.
So, for lunchtime in Commons, we imagined they were both walking down an aisle next to a line of tables when they both happened to come near each other at the same time the freshmen on Yale’s swim team happened to jump on a table in their speedos to advertise for their upcoming meet and kick over any food, table tents, and napkins.
In this scene we find Julia rocking a coral sheath dress with a denim shirt being used as a jacket, and a pair of Dr. Martens. Cliff is conquering his day in a white Yale ringer tee, khaki pants, and sneakers. Around them are a few other students and the three swimmers. Unfortunately for Cliff, Julia is transfixed by the hairless swimmers and doesn’t notice him or that their trays have bumped. So, our untimely lovers miss a chance that could have changed their lives and careers.
That candy paneling does look uncannily like an actual Yale Dining Hall…. Were those walls always made of chocolate and I just never realized?
Huzzah to Candace and Cassandra for another sweet masterpeep!
Here’s the paragraph from Two L they so creatively expanded upon:
At the time, it had all seemed so harmless. That was one of the dangers of legal training; he could argue any side with equal facility, whether it had intrinsic merit or not. In this case, it hadn’t even taken much mental slight of hand. Julia wasn’t a dewy-eyed little twenty-two year old, and he—or, at least, so he would prefer to think—wasn’t a perverted old lecher, even if his hairline was beginning to recede a bit under the rigors of an intellectual regime.
Julia had been only a year behind him at Yale, class of ’98 to his ’97. They hadn’t known each other back in their bulldog days. His world had revolved around the Political Union and the Yale College Dems, hers around the bio labs and the Yale Glee Club. She had been in Pierson, he in Calhoun. Like the solar system, university life moved in dozens of separate orbits, moving in parallel, but never meeting, a world of worlds contained within the casual rubric of college. They had probably passed each other a dozen times on Cross Campus, bumped trays at lunchtime in Commons, and elbowed past each other through the drunken Friday throngs in the God Quad.
The addition of the Swim Peeps to this was sheer brilliance, and my life would have been poorer for not knowing exactly why they never met in the dining hall. Thank you, Candace and Cassandra!
Fun idea! So creative.
Those Pop Tarts are genius!