I wonder if we have made convenience a virtue in itself. Do we ever ask ourselves, "This [whatever it is] is convenient, but convenient to what end?"
Personal examples of the pleasures of inconvenience:
Even though French-pressed coffee is much less convenient than instant or drip coffee, it is much more pleasurable for me to drink.
Even though vinyl records are much less convenient to listen to than songs on an MP3 player, they're much more pleasurable to listen.
Another music example: concerts are massively inconvenient at face value. They may require hours of traveling, expensive tickets, standing for long hours in a hot/crowded venue for 1-2 hours of music from a band. Yet, we still go through the inconvenience, and love every minute of it.
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