For those of you who don’t know, Racy JC (Picante JC in Latin America) has been learning Spanish. I hope someday (someday soon) to move to a tropical Latin country where I can sit on the beach with a few cute Latin “friends,” sip margaritas, and dance salsa in the moonlight. Ahh. In addition to Rosetta Stone, for my Spanish-language training I diligently watch Telemundo’s 12 Corazones. It is so funny and the host is so vibrant that even my BF (which speaks only English and Farsi) watches it with me every night. The show with four guys and eight women sets forth various eliminations until three couples emerge victorious from the rubble of stripper pole dancing, lap dancing, kissing, and Spanish insults. (I know you are ready to tune in now, so let me give you the link). I know you are saying “I’m setting my Tivo right now JC, but get to the #$& point!” Here is my point: the women and the men on this show are always fighting. The women come off like bitter angry gold diggers (and none of them is ever a day over 25) and the men seem like insensitive a-holes. Every night the men and women of 12 Corazones battle it out even though really they want the same thing—love, companionship, and (of course) some mind-blowing sexo. So why are men and women at odds?