Because it speaks to the way hipsters and local middle-class pretensions can ruin something intrinsically good.
Ice Cream is one of the last simple pleasures our society allows. Yeah, it’s bad for us, but for the most part most people don’t go around eating Ice Cream all the time. So as an indulgence it’s accepted. Hey, even fat women are allowed to enjoy ice cream from time to time without feeling too much shame or enduring much scorn (from me).
Unfortunately, Kansas City is at the epicenter for meaningless competition among the petty bourgeois. And in the war of “one-upmanship” and “Keeping up with the Jonses,'” local merchants have mercilessly transformed the simple ice cream cone into a casualty in their battle to court customers.
For most folks, getting an ice cream cone with the family was the foundation of almost every wonderful childhood memory. However, local hipsters have arrived on the local “ice cream scene” in order to start what is essentially a class war.
For instance, Glac