Our stock in J-Pab continues to plummet. Granted, it shouldn’t be shocking that the main character on a skeevy show acts like a skeeve. But Juan Pablo’s ever-emerging misogyny and self-importance is becoming vomit-inducing. Especially the whole “can you stop crying for me while I invade your space and force you to look at me” schtick. Juan Pablo, Sarah and I are not impressed.