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Quirk alert: I’m old-school, man. Thinkin’ in my head, “Homer, you’d suck at this!” I’d prob’ly post a pic with my gut hangin’ out—D’oh! Nobody wants that! Oh, and get this: some apps let you filter by kinks! Like, “only match me with foot-fetish folks.” Blew my mind! Didn’t know that was a thing! Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like everyone’s got a secret fetish nowadays.

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decide to head to the local art gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m a critic, after all. I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on contemporary Hungarian artists. Some pieces are dope, others look like my toddler could’ve done better. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when I overhear this guy saying, “Art is subjective.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s also sometimes just bad.”