I suppose if you can't afford a butler to twirl your ice cream for you, an automatic cone will have to do.
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.
This is absolutely the right way to walk down the street with a snack. All snacks should be expressive of who we are on the inside. Why can't food be just as much an accessory as a pair of earrings? It's temporary, sure, but that is a tasty expression right there.