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Every week that Dancing With the Stars airs I get an inevitable call from my mother, which involves an endless monologue about Maksim Chmerkovskiy’s hotness. “Mother,” I say, “I know, I know. What do you want me to do about it?” But this week was particularly different, and I’m forced to jump on board my mother’s drooling train. Not only did the man dance a very sexy salsa routine — but he also had his shirt open the entire time. Did I mention he was covered in sweat? Alright, I must stop now. Watch below, and note how the judges never have anything nice to say about him no matter how good his routine. It’s tough being beautiful.