Glenderful's Shit List: Enrique Arrizon

🇲🇽 “he ATE and left no crumbs” edition

Let’s get straight to it: Enrique Arrizon is on my Shit List, and trust—he’s not budging. But before I get drooling over Enrique (spoiler: I will), let’s make one thing crystal: Mexico has been main character energy for my heart forever. OG sun-drenched childhoods eating real food, not whatever passes for “Mexican” at Taco Bell. Mexican food in Mexico? That’s not cuisine—that’s communion. Tortillas straight from the comal, salsa so alive it’s basically on TikTok, and tacos al pastor with pineapple doing things to pork science can’t explain. Man, even Enrique’s taste buds are on a spiritual journey. Anyone saying otherwise can go play with their flavorless chips and cry about it.

But back to my obsession: Enrique Arrizon is the reason I touched Apple TV+, and babe, Acapulco is pure serotonin. Not just binge-worthy—life-altering. Imagine: neon 1980s Mexico, drama, family, Maximo Gallardo climbing from pool boy to king of the Las Colinas resort. Now throw in Enrique as Young Máximo. This man isn’t just hot—he’s a force of nature. No watered-down Disney prince; we’re talking “smile so lethal it breaks the algorithm,” eyes that telegraph IQ and “let’s get risky” at the same time, swagger with actual bite. That uniform? Yeah, you wish you could rock it like him. Every moment: high-key ambition, low-key heart-core for his fam. Real king energy. Real hustle. Real reason I’d risk scandal at Las Colinas just for five minutes alone.

Let’s not play—Enrique’s got that bilingual heat. Classic handsome, but what sets him apart is raw competence. He doesn’t just own the screen, he colonizes your daydreams. Sincerity? Like, you genuinely want him to win. His love for his roots isn’t just talk. He’s the barrio kid with billionaire dreams, the dude who looks at a closed door and picks the lock instead of waiting for an invite. By the Season 4 finale (yeah, I ugly-cried), I was not the same person.

So, Enrique, if you’re reading (LOL but also slide into my DMs): you’re serving god-level visuals, elite charisma, and the kind of energy that is non-negotiable—authentic, viral, and just the right amount of feral. Consider yourself etched into my Shit List for eternity. You didn’t just eat, king. You left no crumbs.