Moving on...
Dominique starts us off by telling Stacy Ann and Whitney how confident she is and wants to stay in the competition and other such nonsense all the while referring to herself in the third person as if she herself is not in the room. Why do people do that? If it is to make oneself sound more important, it usually has the opposite effect on me. I'm like, "Why are you saying your own name? You're right there. I can see you. You're even using your own mouth. Do you realize that? Or am I...speaking to...someone new?"
Marvita talks about her hard life again. You know what? Until you have been screamed at by Tyra herself
after you have already been eliminated, then you obviously have not known misery. Just kidding. Seriously, I sympathize with Marvita mostly because I can see what a cruel joke Tyra has played on her by giving her hope of winning. Honestly, did anyone think Marvita would be the girl to pull off a
Jaslene? Did anyone think the producers would let it happen twice? Casting her this time was just mean.
Pose lesson with our favorite
Paris is Burning cast member, Benny Ninja! (If you do not get the
Paris is Burning references, then shame on you! Rent the movie today.) He needs to eat some doughnuts. That boy is too thin. He can teach Whitney to pose and she can teach him to debone a chicken without using her hands. There is an assortment of individuals with Benny whose relevance is certainly questionable, but undoubtedly they are fierce. Whitney is compared to Anna Nicole, which is so wrong. Whitney is pretty. The girls pose and most of them predictably suck. Lauren is so cute. She doesn't know jack. It's like watching Amish porn. It would be so tragic if it weren't so darn precious.
Then we have The Phone Incident. Apparently, Whitney made up a schedule of phone time, 15 minutes per wannabe, and Dominique missed her time slut. SLOT! Time slot! I'm so embarassed. Anyway, Dom bitches about this to no end and how she
has a son and nobody can understand how that makes her more important than anyone else (Claire?). And Dom just goes on and on and on until somehow she decides that Whitney is racist for saying Dom is "uneducated". Two things: Education is not a race; by jumping to the conclusion that "uneducated" means "black", doesn't that actually make Dom the racist? And didn't Dom refer to Whitney as "white trash", which actually
is a racist remark? Anyway, Whitney's smartest move would have been to shut up and let Dom dig a hole for herself as she was already doing, but she accidentally blurts out the worst of all possible lines of white racists around the world, "My best friend is black!" While that may actually be true, it doesn't help her case one bit. At any race, RATE! At any rate! Dom is constantly told she looks like a drag queen. Add that to being an annoying bitch and I can see why the dude GIRL! I meant to say "girl"! stresses out on occasional.
There is a pose challenge with a head-to-head (or face-to-crotch) pose-off. I don't really get the scoring or what is going on other than some drag queens dropped a few hits of ecstasy, turned on some house music and start shouting and waggling their "fierce" fingers. At one point, Whitney does the splits (impressive) and Fatima shoves her...genital mutiliation...in Whitney's face. I...won't say any more about that. Whitney wins that round. She deserves a medal for it as well. Kuh-TAR-shin-uh gets freaky all over the place and scores four points so naturally...Claire wins the entire thing despite having scored only one point. Wait...what? She even gets a real prize like a trip to Bora Bora. Seriously kids, those drag queens are your brains on drugs. Just say no, bitch!
Marvita drinks a forty. Fatima calls her "ghetto". Well, that takes some of the pressure off Whitney, doesn't it?
The photo shoot is about stripping away all of the crazy elements of modeling, such as...well, exactly what the girls have to do in this shoot. Ugly makeup and plexiglass hairpieces and bright paint being glopped all over them. What are these photo shoots about, anyway? I mean, if you're just going to throw together something random because the aborted fetal pig truck didn't show up that morning, then just be honest with us. I can smell Jay's platinum-orange BS from Chicago. And it smells like Creamsicles. Marvita shows up in some sort of incognito costume and acts all Les Miserables. Because no doubt, Mister Jay will be so sympathetic.
Dom does well,
which we hate, and Marvita can't seem to get it together. She's given up completely. But the best part comes in judging. When viewing the photos at panel, we discover that FATIMA HAS HAIRY PITS!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I mean, she totally forgot to shave her pits (how do you plan to be a model, go to a photo shoot, and not think of shaving your pits?) and tries to cover by saying she thought it would be touched up. Twiggy ain't there, honey. There is NOBODY on that panel who would save you the embarassment of not shaving your pits. That was priceless! Marvita's photo is just awful. She looks like she just won the lottery, then was told that she looked at the numbers for the wrong day. It is the most deflated defeated photo I've seen in the history of Top Model. Whitney is put in the bottom two as a matter of form, but you knew the moment Marvita showed up to the shoot dressed in mourning clothes that it was the end of the line for her. You know Whitney was standing there like, "Blah blah blah, just hand me the stupid picture already, I need to sit my ass down!"
I'm almost caught up, you guys!
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
Updated On: 4/2/08 at 04:21 PM