I was talking to someone once and mentioned how much
I like ice cream.

"Ice cream! I can't stand it," was his unreasonable reply.

I couldn't imagine someone not loving ice cream, let alone not
liking it, let alone hating it.
"Why not," I barely could ask the question.

"It's so cold when I put it down my pants."

"But you don't ..."

Someone else interrupted. "I don't like ice cream either,
I rubbed it in my hair for over six months and I still
turned gray."

"No, no, you eat it," I was trying to stay calm.

"Eat it?" a third person joined the opposition. "No way,
I hate getting nuts stuck in my teeth."

"Not all ice cream ...," but it was too late. 

"Some people even force it on their kids." They all tisked.
The three walked away laughing at me, the poor fool who liked
ice cream.

Someone else was listening. "We have an ice cream club, want to
join?"

"Sure." He led me to a building and we went inside. There was
a big room, in the middle was a table with a huge barrel full
of pistachio ice cream. Now pistachio is not my favorite,
but I was willing to partake.

"First, you must make a pledge to eat only pistachio flavor
ice cream, forsaking all others, because pistachio is the best."

"Well, it's not exactly my favorite, but I like it all right."

A collective gasp from the devotees filled the room. I decided
to exit.

Well, I still like ice cream. My wife likes it too.
I buy it for my kids. When I have friends over I serve it in 
little bowls. Most people do like it. If you don't I can't
make you.