When I was a kid, my dad inherited a set of pink plastic flamingo lawn ornaments from an aging relative, and I'll be the first to admit I was embarrassed by them. He stuck a few in our front yard for the whole neighborhood to see, and come Christmas, he'd line nine of them up, two by two, and prop a giant inflatable Santa at the end, ostensibly turning them into pink reindeer. He even painted the nose up front to be red.
Eventually, I took a "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" philosophy and grew to love the pink faux-feathered display, which is why I'm mesmerized by the Halloween [1] versions that have surprisingly found a demand besides me and a handful of great-aunts across the nation.