Seriously how can you not like corn on the cob or pjs???
Corn on the cob = summer, bbq's, wiping butter and salt from our faces, keeping dental floss companies in business in tough economic times, going to a fair and getting them on a stick.
PJs = Well common now. As soon as I get home for the day I'm in PJs. Or at the very least yoga pants until the sun goes down. I love PJs. Seriously adore them.
I really don't see how either of these can be overrated ever. Only time *maybe* is when you're on a first date or two with a newbie. Corn on the cob is a bit awkward but I don't give a rat's. I love it. Lately I've been having it with lime and Tabasco. Feel so naughty!