Rather exclusionary of you I think. Some of us have relationships with pumpkins that transcend their objectification as victims of our will and whim.
You apparently haven't really known a pumpkin, and believe me, it's your loss. To know a pumpkin truly is to love it; every noble arch and curve, every warm orange glow. The time and love I've shared with pumpkins has profoundly shaped my life. Pumpkins have shaped all our lives in fact.
I think if you, for a moment, tried stepping out of your non-cucurbit privilege and considered the impact of pumpkins on history you would realize that perhaps a better question is:
Q: "What can pumpkins do to me?"
ETA: missing quote marks
Hum let me think mmmm