Much of it depends on your intentions and motives. When I was at university, long before the days of FB Marketplace (the Web itself didn't yet really figure in most people's lives), a number of us fine folk would have ongoing competitions to actively seek out the shoddiest, most appalling piece of tack we possibly could, for the sole purpose of congregated merriment and shared mirth.
I think there are two distinct kinds of people who frequent the infamous seaside/touristy area Houses of Shame 'walk-around stores' and emerge with purchases.
There are some who believe they've truly located a very special object of beauty which will bring joy and enrichment to their lives. Good luck to them, I wish them well and am genuinely happy for them. They aren't hurting anybody and it would be a very dull world if we all liked the same things.
The others are the ones with that look of crazy delight on their faces, eyes lit up, hands being rubbed together with glee. They know it's going to be bad - the badder the better - and their pleasure comes not so much from the perception of the inherent beauty of the tawdry wares therein as from the belief that, in spite of all of the hatred, drudgery and nastiness there is in this world, that one little colourful, rickety Alpine yodeller entombed for eternity in a faded plastic snow globe - just yearning for you, yes YOU, to come along, notice him and pick him up to energise and rekindle his hopes and dreams with one altruistic vigorous shake, is the jagged plastic solid gold proof that it can still be a wonderful place.
Embrace the terrible, don't fear it.