#why you gotta do me like that telemundo

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Okay so I don’t usually get super invested into TV series (especially novelas), but the latest episode of El Señor De Los Sielos really messed me up. Like how are y’all just gonna go and kill my girl Kashi like that. She and Milena had this epic love story going but Telemundo just had to go and ruin it. Y’all better honor the hell out of her because she and Milena both deserved way better. 

 ✞¿Porque Telemundo? ¿Porque mataron a nuestra Kashi?✞

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SugarBaby!Bucky Goes on Vacation

Something akin to a Short Story by @giveusakiss413 & @colorcoated01

Giveusakiss413: Bucky has spring break coming up. Hawaii is so nice during spring break. Or cabo. Omg Bucky would probably go missing in cabo tbh.

Steve would find him two weeks later on a Mexican reality show. "Stevie! Stevie look I got a rose and I went on a hot air balloon ride! Guys, this is Stevie!"

ColorCoated: "They had Churros, Stevie! CHURROS!"

Giveusakiss413: "And free booze! You can drink as much as you want, they're super cool with it! Hold on I gotta stand in front of this wind machine for pictures. Two seconds! Go get some churros and meet me at the fake lake"

ColorCoated: "Yes, it's a flower crown. DUH. It makes my hair look pretty! You want a drink?They like me when I get drunk, Stevie. They think my antics are adorable! Adorable! Wanna watch me do shots?!"

Giveusakiss413: Oh god he makes the flower crown out of the roses. And he and the bachelorette chick meet up at night and discuss the hottest contestants and the guys are all convinced they're sleeping together and when they confront Bucky he's like "I've never touched a woman in my LIFE" and throws drinks. He's thrown like four drinks. The producers don't even care that he can't speak Spanish. They love him.

ColorCoated: He throw the drinks off the table, and then he flips the table! The only Spanish word he knows is "zapatos" and because of it, sponsors keep sending him new shoes and he loves it! He and the bachelorette take turns doing each others hair and sharing crop tops. His tan is on point.

Giveusakiss413: His tan is perfection. His beach wave flower crown has started a new trend. His biceps are getting really defined from all the table flipping. I'm dying from the shoe comment. Dying.

ColorCoated: Steve shows up and Bucky is spread out on a lounge chair in the tiniest, tightest briefs he's ever seen. His hair is tied up, but he's still got his flower crown on. He's got a giant boozey slushy with 5 tiny umbrellas in it, and he's wearing sunglasses shaped like palm trees. "I'm in the finally four, Stevie! And my competition is almost as hot as I am! I have a chance at winning the whole thing!"

Giveusakiss413: Oh god. The production promised him a boat if he stayed. He's ratings gold. Steve is so confused by everyone and everything and Pete and Clint had to get dvr to record it because telemundo has it on at the weirdest times. Bucky is in every promotional still. ColorCoated: Steve's sees a charge for a new DVR a monthly comcast bill, and he wonders how the heck Pete and Clint got a hold of his credit card! And Bucky wants a boat so bad! He's already ordered himself a hat that says 'captain'. He's starting to bat his eyelashes at Steve and call him 'sailor'. The promo stills are Bucky's favorite thing ever and he makes the sexiest faces as possible Giveusakiss413: Oh god we finally get cap!bucky lmao. Pfft, Bucky will always take care of his boys. He memorized Steve's cc number by month three. The photographer doesn't even have to give Bucky instructions he's just like "and go!" And Bucky is pouting and smirking and glancing over his shoulders. Steve only found him because he passed by a billboard with Bucky shirtless with a rose between his teeth. ColorCoated: Shirtless, a rose between his teeth, laying on his back in a bed of rose petals with jeans low on his hips with the button undone" “They tell me I'm pretty, Stevie!" Bucky takes additional photos with his selfie stick so that he can send them to his Boys and Sam Wilson Giveusakiss413: Oh my god that's perfect. Just a tiny hint of a happy trail and bedroom eyes. Steve's gone all over searching for him and then he's like "buck? Wtf?!" And buckys so casual about it. Like "I had to live my dream Stevie! I was gonna text you but they won't let us have our phones more than an hour a day". Cause all Steve's been getting are proof of life dick pics and random artsy photos of shots of tequila surrounded by rose petals. He's been worried. Oh god and Sam watches. Meets up with the boys and they've bonded over it so hard. Sam pays for pizza and the boys have adopted him as one of their own.  He contributes to the third base jar now. ColorCoated: "Bucky, I've been so worried!" "I was sending you photos!" "Yeah, of your dick and nothing else!" "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it." "Not the point!" "Daddy, did you miss the part where I'm going to get us a boat??!" "Bucky, you don't even speak the language, how are you going to win?" "Zapatos!" (The guy holding the boom mic sets it down and hands Bucky another new pair of shoes.)  Sam loves the boys and they love him, but he's a little concerned that Pete hasn't left Sam's house in four days. All of the framed photos of his friends and family all around his house have been suspiciously replaced with photos of Clint as a baby. And Sam doesn't understand why there are bags of marshmallows stuffed in his medicine cabinet. giveusakiss413: Oh god I just pictured Pete and Clint hovering over SAMs bed in the middle of the night chanting "one of us, one of us" Hahahahaha Bucky has so many shoes now. He doesn't win and he throws the most epic freak outs in front of the camera. Just flipping tables, aggressive pointing, very gentle hair tugging, lots of tears once he's established that his mascara is waterproof. He's all "Juan?! I've seen his dick, and let me tell you sister, you've made a mistake" and then as soon and they say cut he hugs the bachelorette and the production crew uses that to fuel rumors for season 2. A few months later people still stop him on the street with "hey!! Zapatos!"

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Hey Q! It's 2017, not 1981!

Yeah, no shit! I hear it often. I realize that I'm 51 and not 15. My recent stay in the hospital taught me that for sure. I am not bulletproof. I am not invincible. That said, I am still The Q and that must count for something.

The 15 year old Q listened to Led Zeppelin and the first three Van Halen albums religiously. He still does at age 51. Van Halen and Van Halen II get regular rotation in Donna's Jeep. Most of my Zeppelin CDs are in my car. I have the Deluxe Editions at home in my personal library.

I often hear people ask the question of if you could talk to your teenage self, what would you say to him? There's a thousand things I would say to him. I'd probably slap him upside the head because the 15 year old me could be an ornery prick at times. I trusted nobody, was mad at the world, hated school, and hated where I lived. My original escape was through sports, though I was never any good at it. The escape route later came through music. My parents hated that idea.

A girl I dated in high school took me to a dance at St. Mary's in Lynn. There was a band onstage made up of kids from the school playing the classic rock covers of the day. My date totally lost my attention. Sorry Pam, and thank you. I was mesmerized by what I heard, not to mention what I saw in the crowd. There were girls dancing to the music. So what if a bunch of them dressed like their boyfriends in flannel shirts, Levi's, and work boots. Many of them sported the Farrah flip do from Logan's Run that I still like to this day. I started saving for an electric guitar the next day. 36 years later, I am still playing music. Why? Because I can? Sure! Because I want to? Yeah, that too. The correct answer is because I HAVE to. This thing is in my blood. Most guys take up music to meet girls. I was no exception. The only problem was my taste in music was undesirable to most of my local lady peers, meaning if I wanted to date, I had to listen to crappy music. I gave in and gave up often. My music always won.

But back to that mano a mano with Q51 vs Q15. In the back of my 15 year old head, I had a blind faith that things would get better, though I was also very cynical. I often associated myself with older people. I could not relate to my own age group that well, but give me some people 10 years older than me and it was a different ball game. I wanted to be like Larry on Three's Company at the Regal Beagle having drinks with an airline stewardess in a spaghetti strap or sleeveless summer dress with a flower in her hair. You know, like the girl on the cover of Bob Welch's French Kiss album. It wasn't happening.

Teen years are tough. Later I learned that we all had a hard time going through them. Let's face it, we are awkward and geeky. I was blessed with the Grand Slam Of Teenage Hell in junior high: skinny, glasses, braces, and freckles. Throw in a bad haircut and a Prince stache and you got it. People told me I'd get through it if I stuck to my guns. Would I have listened to the 51 year old me? Who knows? I'm betting no. Listening wasn't my forte unless it was, say, a Grand Funk or Alice Cooper 8 track.

Yeah, I had to learn a lot of things the hard way as a teen. My alcohol and drug problems in high school, college, and most of my 30 somethings. Even now, I found out I have Type 2 Diabetes and must watch my carbs. I wouldn't have listened then and I didn't until I got diagnosed. I honestly thought I was never going to make it to 25. I was surprised when I did. I was on a deathwish. Both of my parents had major health issues. We lived on red meat and starchy vegetables. Like The Mick once said: "If I knew I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself."

I think the discussion of Q51 and Q15 would be mind blowing to the young buck. Telling him that he'd move out of Southie and go to Dorchester for 13 years. Unthinkable during the Bosco years. Southie and Dot guys broke each other's balls. It was a time honored tradition. That he'd forgive people that screwed him over? I'm Scotch-Irish. We invented the grudge. Even when it was sister Pat off her meds blabbing more info than they needed to know to my classmates. How about people who I thought were my allies that weren't, be it a classmate, bandmate, coworker, girlfriend, or someone that had the misfortune of hitting my radar on a bad day. Life is too short to be angry all the time. It may feel good when you are 15, but not at 51. At 15, a good bout of anger was like drinking 3 cans of Jolt. It makes you wired. At 51, it makes you tired. No more Jolt for this kid. When I went to the clinic to get checked out for what I thought was just a bronchial issue, my blood sugar was 723. I should have been in a coma or worse. Today it was 101, which is good.

Telling the kid he would meet a beautiful woman and be with her for 11 years and counting? He wouldn't believe it. Telling him he had everything he needed except for a little self discipline and self confidence? He would have said that I sounded like all the other people that talked to him over the years. That he'd keep a steady job and not miss a paycheck for 35 years and counting? You gotta be kidding me. That eventually he would find some like minded music people to play with? That some of those people that asked him to play music with them played on records he had as a teenager? That the suggestion his sister Patty once made that he should buy a Fender bass would open up a whole new world? That same sister that he shrugged off that day for being crazy had a good idea for that 15 year old kid. It would take him almost another 15 years to buy a bass, but when he did, the light at the end of the tunnel was no longer an oncoming train. Being sought out to resurrect Alice Cooper and BOC tribute bands and honor the memory of a dear budzo who would enlighten him beyond belief and mean the world to him? The kid would think I was off my rocker.

How about telling him that he would embrace other forms of music like jazz, soul, early R&B, funk, electronica, and even the dreaded disco!

Q15 was a dog lover. He'd be shocked to find out he became the owner of two ginger kitties. Would he be shocked to find out that he'd move to the North Shore? Telling him about the advancement of electronics and the role they would play in his life. DVDs of Classic TV shows, the Compact Disc, the Internet, the cell phone. The things you could tell him.

Yeah, I could tell him all that, but I think what I'd say would be simple. Be yourself, stick to your guns, don't be an asshole, treat people the way you would like to be treated, and hold on tight. It's a bumpy ride. The things you dream about wanting to do, if you work hard, they will happen. If they don't, you'll find other stuff to take your mind off of it. Oh yeah, and someday South Boston will get cable and there will be a station called Telemundo that you will love because all the women are hot. The only problem is that the show is in Spanish and you're in your fourth year of French. Go get yourself a Latina girl, maybe a New Yorker. Make sure she can speak Spanish so she can translate for you. You'll do fine kid.

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Why I Love Cardi B’s Relationship Advice to Khloé Kardashian

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Why I Love Cardi B’s Relationship Advice to Khloé Kardashian

The dust is just now settling on the Tristan Thompson cheating scandal. You know the one: Cameras caught Thompson running around on girlfriend Khloé Kardashian with multiple women mere moments before she was set to give birth to their daughter, True.

In the immediate aftermath of the scandal, it seemed like everyone had the same opinion: She’s gotta leave him. My best friend and I exchanged new evidence for this course of action constantly over the next few days: The Cleveland Cavaliers’ hometown crowd booed one of its own when Thompson stepped on court for his first game after the very public spectacle unfolded; the Kardashians are reportedly no longer fond of Thompson; and Kim recently unfollowed him on Instagram. But I was so caught up in passing judgment on the situation, especially when it appeared Khloé would stay with him (!), that I hadn’t even considered that the decision might not be black and white. That is, until Cardi B spoke some truth.

Right after the scandal, Cardi B appeared on a radio show to promote her new album. The host asked her if she had any words of wisdom to impart for Khloé — after all, Cardi B had just weathered a cheating scandal of her own with fiancé Offset, and, like Khloé, she was about to become a new mother. Cardi B’s words for Khloé were wise: “Do what your heart feel like doing,” she said. “At the end of the day, everybody wanna act like they date deacons and pastors and their relationship is perfect… You don’t know what type of things going on in their relationship… Let them work things out.”

It can be easy to categorize relationship decisions as right or wrong. Good or bad. Wise or foolish. But although I was once a girl hung up on rules like these, and then a woman overly concerned with how I should behave in relationships, I’ve come to an uncomfortable truth: Relationships are an almost entirely gray area, full of mistakes and forgiveness, built on learning, hard choices and, often, making decisions no one else understands.

But in the end, as long as they’re safe and in control of their situation, who can say they’re wrong?

I’ve met women who have seemingly safe and stable relationships. These couples are often held up as examples by dating coaches (and moms), and they’re the ones who can say that “what they heard was true:” “When it’s right, it’s easy” or, “Wait for the one who loves you more.” But for every woman with a seemingly seamless love, I’ve met one walking a different path. Sometimes, these other women have one person they just can’t quit. Sometimes they “stay” when everyone tells them they should leave. These women make controversial, frequently unpopular choices. But in the end, as long as they’re safe and in control of their situation, who can say they’re wrong? Not all love is a straight line.

I once interviewed a married woman in her mid-thirties who told me about her decision to stay in a relationship many others questioned. Why? It was simple, she told me: because she wanted to. She’d just come off of a divorce where she did everything “right.” She’d married the man “who loved her more,” the pursuer type who wouldn’t let her say no. She swore she’d never marry again. “I was so disappointed the first time,” she told me.

But then she met the guy who other people didn’t like. He wouldn’t label their relationship. He was her boss. The relationship had hair on it. But she stayed. “We are best friends,” she said. “He listens to me, without judgment, and doesn’t look down on me. He pushes me to be better and to grow, but still respects me for me.” He is far different than the guy who wouldn’t let her say no and much closer to her personal ideal. More problem-plagued on the surface, but, to her, a much better fit.

One of my good friends stayed in a situation not dissimilar to Khloé’s, where infidelity was an early problem. Many told her to leave, but she stayed. And over the course of a couple years, I’ve watched the relationship stabilize. I can see that she fought for them, and so did he. She committed to showing him the meaning of true partnership, one where you don’t get to check out or leave. He responded to it, and I’ve never seen them happier.

Of course, there’s a time and place to listen to others — especially when friends and family see sides of your partner that you cannot. Sometimes when you’re in the middle of a toxic relationship, love can skew your perspective enough to miss deep incompatibilities or character flaws. Several outside voices with the same observations can give you insights into the strength and viability of your relationship.

But sometimes you can see someone, flaws and all, and choose to carry on. I have several friends — in their twenties, thirties and forties respectively — who “stayed” despite commitment-phobia, trouble with labels and not wanting to settle down too soon after a divorce. All were told to leave by friends and family; they saw rocky, frustrating beginnings with arguments and breakups peppered in. But they also saw something in the other they truly wanted. And they’re all now married.

When I was writing my book on relationships, I meditated on a lot of psychologists’ work, past and present. I was especially drawn to theories and ideas that seemed to jive with trends I’ve witnessed IRL, and one such theme was women who shirked the rules and chose complicated love. In Esther Perel’s latest book about infidelity, she notes that the old relationship establishments don’t apply for many modern couples.

“Strange as it may seem, affairs have a lot to teach us about marriage—what we expect, what we think we want, and what we feel entitled to”

“Strange as it may seem, affairs have a lot to teach us about marriage—what we expect, what we think we want, and what we feel entitled to,” she writes. “Often when a couple comes to me in the wake of an affair, it is clear to me that their first marriage is over. So I ask them: Would you like to create a second one together?” She claims how we “metabolize transgressions” may “determine the quality of our future connections.” Is perhaps choice what defines love better than perfection?

Psychologist Abraham Maslow studied personal growth in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. He found that people who exhibit growth have important and similar characteristics, like the ability to be unpopular if their choices do not align with majority opinion, as well as listening to their own inner voice instead of adopting the views of tradition, authority or the general public. In the context of relationships, I see this frequently: Some make choices others told them not to make — never for shock value, but because they believed it was right for them. Because they wanted to.

I don’t know what decision Khloé will make for love, and I’d never condone Tristan Thompson’s behavior in the context of a monogamous relationship. But I’m not going to pretend to understand what’s best for her, either. The choice to love or not is hers. The choice is also yours, and mine.

Ultimately, I believe in Cardi B’s simple advice: Do what your heart feels like doing. In a universe with no “shoulds” or “right ways” or rules, with a backdrop colored in shades of gray, sometimes the heart knows the path best of all.

Feature photo by John Parra/Telemundo/NBCU Photo Bank via Getty Images.

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So apparently Señora Acero replaced Jose Luis Resendez with someone named William Miller for the role of El Teca Martinez and I’m so bummed. I was so hyped over the return of Jose as Papi Teca, but now that’ll never happen. I’m going to try and give this new guy a chance but Jose Luis Resendez will always be El Teca to me.