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Runway week! The girls get a lesson from Ms. J. and either play it too safe or stumble. Sooner than you can say "Madagascar hissing cockroach," the girls face a challenge in which they must walk in a mock-show for Halloween costumier Jared Gold (or should we say Jared GHOULD). And, of course, no runway show would be complete without...yes, that's right, a Madagascar hissing cockroach on a leash. Gina freaks out Yoko Ono-style about the whole affair, while Jade gives her roachy lover a little peck to the delight of sick fucks everywhere. She wins the challenge. The girls dress as fairy-tale characters falling on a springy mattress for the week's shoot, but the real action happens in the judging challenge. Because why just have an ordinary judging when you can break someone's ankle? Though Danielle must re-enter Panel on crutches, it is Kari who breaks down, and with good reason: she is sent home with her giant head in tow. Sad times all around! Want more? The full recap starts right below!
Previously: Jade gave Gina a hard time, so Tyra gave Jade a hard time with a fairly hideous makeover. A nation said "Ha!" The girls froze their asses off, literally, at any icy photo shoot. Wendy did not prevail, and was sent back to God-knows-where, where she may have to swim, but at least not with the sharks.
It is night at the Castle of the Disembodied Body, post-eliminations. Mollie Sue says that she told Jade she'd be in the final two, and Brooke interviews that none of them found Jade's "near-elimination" a surprise, given all the excuses she makes at judging. We flash back to Nigel telling her not to complain, because modeling is about looking weird and being uncomfortable, and she'd better get used to it. Jade tells Furonda that she was sweating. That's a lie, because I'm sure Jade is well aware that if you're an asshole on this show, you actually get rewarded, at least for the first eight weeks. Furonda agrees that the final two is a humbling place to be. Jade says that she needs to step up her gizz-ame. And her gizzard, while she's at it.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gina complains that the girls are living like pigs. Danielle tells her not to let it get under her skin. She helps Gina clean the counter and says that she doesn't know what Gina's been through in her life (Gina quickly answers, "Not much"), but that if you've been through hard knocks, it toughens your skin. Note to self: attempt to have bad life-altering experience so that it doesn't bother you when people leave crumbs. Gina's face has a dumb expression. In other words, she looks how she always looks. She says that Danielle has taken her under her wing a bit. Gina notes that Danielle is really strong, and admits to Danielle that she is naïve and trusting. Danielle tells Gina to stay true to who she is, but also to toughen up a little. Danielle interviews that she doesn't mind helping Gina, but that she needs her space as well. There is no room for personal space when you're within fifty feet of Gina's teeth. Danielle says that she's going to sleep, and Gina says she wants to follow her, which makes Danielle nervous. Gina asks if Danielle is going to take a shower. Danielle says she is, and Gina asks if she can watch. Danielle is all, "Hell no." She interviews that Gina got a little too comfortable, and says that she's happy to give advice every once in a while, but doesn't want Gina "all up in her zone," a.k.a. her vagina. Danielle wants none of the lady-loving, I'm sad to say. Of course, even Mary Cheney wouldn't want lady-loving from Gina either. ["Not with those teeth." -- Wing Chun]
Tyra Mail! "Caution: Trains may collide. Who will have the leg up?" Everyone knows that this means runway. Mollie Sue says that she has to prove to the judges that she can do it. I don't think Mollie Sue is so much naturally boring as she is on some anti-depressant/anti-anxiety cocktail.
It is morning as the girls head to a studio where a little runway is set up. In short order, Miss J. Alexander emerges in a fierce long black lady's suit and struts for the rest of the bitches. We get a flashback montage of some of J.'s memorable moments and outfits, and it makes me miss the time when I really liked him. In retrospect, putting J. on the panel was a terrible mistake. He's so annoying and useless when you have to see him all the time. But maybe that's true of us all. J. wants to see what the girls have. I didn't know that crabs were visible to the naked eye. He notes that you need to "slinky ink" down the runway, or else you're going to "stinky stink." I feel like I'm watching Teletubbies.
J. sits in a director's chair and watches the girls' initial strut. Furonda's left arm swings wildly. Mollie Sue takes short, stompy steps. Leslie -- oy. J. just laughs at her outright, which is, in fact, an appropriate response. She has a concave lower back, which causes her butt to stick out something fierce. It looks really weird. Tuck in the tailbone, bitch! Nnenna isn't fiery enough. Sarah marches, and admits that she was a little nervous. Joanie has no sense of rhythm with the music. Gina needs to be stronger. J. interviews that Gina's confidence is at about 45% -- which, he helpfully adds, "is not a very large percent out of 100%." For the love of Pythagorus, don't ask him to try to convert this to a fraction. Danielle has plenty of fire. Jade doesn't. Kari notes that she has never done runway before, and that it's scary to have to do it for the first time in front of Miss J. She stumbles, and J. notes that she doesn't know how to give the attitude that is needed.
The girls each have to put on an evening dress and walk. Kari is first, and she stumbles again. She jokes that she's very graceful. J. notes that Jade is holding back and says that it seems like, with all of their recent criticism, the judges might have broken her spirit a little bit. Jade interviews that she was in a shell and needs to open up again. And what better way than by making romantic advances to one of her own kind. (But more on that later.) Mollie notes that she hasn't been particularly impressive in any of the competitions. J. says that she needs to connect with the audience in a more powerful way. Several girls appear to be fine, but not excellent, walkers. Brooke trips a little and has to pull up her dress, and J. tells her she almost looks crazy. "Almost"? Gina is slow and safe in what J. calls her "lemon cake dress." He says that he wanted her to serve them all a piece, but she didn't. Then, foreshadowing is all, "Look at me! Look at me!" as Danielle, who is in an admittedly tricky dress with asymmetrical trains in the front and the back, gets all caught up in her dress and trips something fierce. She says that it was almost a "bash your chin" step, but she manages to recover. THIS TIME.
J. tells the girls that they have some work to do on their walks, but that their work shouldn't stop there. He says that they'll be judged on their runway performance, and that it may be sooner than they think. Oh. The suspense. Stop. I might be having heart palpitations. Zzzzzzzzzz. Danielle says that the pressure's on. It can make her or break her, and she doesn't want it to break her. As soon as she opens her mouth, it becomes apparent that, at some point, it broke her face. Commercials.
When we return, the girls have settled back in on Decapitation Drive. Danielle notes that she stank it up on the runway, and says that, in the competition, you're not supposed to have bad days. Danielle says that her mom is her battery. My mom is my fire alarm. The hell? Kari says that she'd like to meet Danielle's mom. Danielle says that her mom suffers from arthritis and has been sick as long as Danielle has been alive. To see her go through everyday life and not complain is an inspiration of strength to Danielle. Whatever. My mom has a goiter and I don't see her whining about it every day, either. It is only by remembering her plight that I can get through the recap each week.
Kari interviews that she loves being on Top Model, but is also homesick and misses the support from her family. She talks to her parents on the phone and cries a little. Okay, she cries a lot. Her parents sound totally nice. Kari interviews that even though the novelty of being on a stank reality show is fading, she needs to focus on going further. Focus, pocus, says I! I think I might be drunk or something.
Tyra Mail! Nnenna says that she can't pronounce what's on the card. And, in all fairness, it's actually hard, even for a person who does not want to be a model and therefore possesses basic literacy skills. It says, "Two words: gromphodorina portentosa." The girls puzzle about it until someone has a flash of brilliance and says, "Oh my God, it's Spain!" Yes, because how could Tyra not give the girls the opportunity to see the running of the chickens in the famous and fair port of Gromphdorina Portentosa, where the 1993 Olympics were also held. The girls scream and whoop for a while before realizing that they're idiots. Jade, as it happens, has a spell checker. It's "a-s-s-h-o-l-e." No "w." The spell checker indicates that the clue has something to do with gravy, trains, or both. The dog that I had growing up had a wicked bad overbite, and so we would always have to feed him gravy train that we let sit for a while and then stirred up. Delicious, I know. I hope there are lots of mushy yummy things in heaven, Pepper! Then the girls conjecture that "portentosa" has something to do with being portly. First the show makes them prosthetically bald, then it slaps on a fat ass. I like it.
The morning, the girls eat lots of Special K. Do I get a cut of the product placement money, now? (But seriously, Vanilla Almond Special K and Raspberry Special K are awesome.)
The girls wind up at Smashbox Studios, home of L.A. Fashion week, where Miss J. tells them that they will meet Jared Gold, designer of clothes that appear fucked up, unless you are actually a ghost. Jared tells the girls that they'll be walking in his spring collection, which is called "Glinka." If you say "Glinka" three times, she'll materialize and begin to annoy you. Or, you can let her namesake collection do it in her stead. Jared tells the girls that the feel of the collection is "Psychedelic babushka acid witch very very dark." Like LSD-laced truffles fed to you by a sketchy old Russian lady. The girls will be judged by Jared and his team of "fashion advisors," a.k.a. aging club kids. The pasty white makeup doesn't hide the wrinkles, losers. Notice how Tyra never interfaces with the freaks, even as she seems to endorse them.
The girls go into hair and makeup. Kari says that the girls look like hookers from back in old hooker times. They do, in fact, look like the whores from Les Miserables. Ready for a thick one or a quick one in the park, they are. Jade tells Jared that her look is eccentric and strong, and Jared says that his is as well. I would never have guessed that from the needle sticking out of the side of his head. Gina says that she needs to shine in this challenge.
Jared tells the girls that the collection is very ornate, but it is still lacking that one special accessory. Danielle says that she saw Jared holding a goblet, and thus figured that the girls would have to run down the runway holding the goblet "like mini-pimps." Okay, granted, my knowledge of pimps and hos is minimal at best (though I do know it's hard out there for them, because a whole lot of bitches talking shit), but at no point when I envision a pimp in my head does a goblet come in to play. Little do I know. Sometimes I hate being white. Jared says that designers will do anything to get into the press, so the girls should be prepared for God-knows-what. In this case, God-knows-what equals giant Madagascar hissing cockroaches. Strike that. God-knows-what equals bedazzled giant Madagascar hissing cockroaches. Strike that. God-knows-what equals bedazzled giant Madagascar hissing cockroaches on a leash. There is a little bit of freaking out by Gina, and a big "Yes!" from Jade. Jared says that this challenge is all about seeing how the girls handle the crazy shit the fashion world throws at them. Seriously, you guys, fashion is stupid. Gina interviews that she started to puke in her mouth a little bit. The combination of her wacky hair, olde-time whore makeup, and disgusted facial expressions cause her bear an uncanny resemblance to Yoko Ono in her prime.
Each girl gets roached. Danielle, whose roach rests on her collarbone, sees this challenge as her chance for vindication. Furonda has her arm straight out, which is weird. Brooke is too fast. Sara swishes around. Nnenna, whose roach can't wait to get to her little bald head, needs to move it a little bit. Jared says that each model is maintaining her composure pretty well. Cue Jade taunting Gina by telling her to kiss the roach. Come on, now. Gina interviews that her hatred of roaches has given Jade yet another opportunity to intimidate her. Mollie Sue's roach makes it around to her back. Kari walks too slow, but at least she doesn't trip. Jade takes the roach in her hand, and when she gets to the end of the runway, she fondles and kisses it. Suddenly, I am writing a soft-porn Harlequin romance for bugs and/or paraphrasing Bill Clinton. Jade says that the judges loved it. Yes, but what about the roach? The only way to know his true feelings is by looking under your stove and finding his tiny roach diary. Some call it a violation of privacy, but I call it "research."
Dear Diary:
Oh, where to start. The day began like any other. Well, better than any other, really, given the delicious feast of toenail clippings that I foraged for breakfast. Satisfied with my meal, I sat the children down for their afternoon story. "After the holocaust, there will be only cockroaches and Cher," I told them, as I always do, and it appeased them mightily to know that should the day come, we will be in good company and have fine entertainment. "I do believe in life after love," I thought to myself, and waved my glow stick around, much to the children's delight. I left our cozy under-stove for a while and crawled in the toaster, and then walked across the cutting board and onto an empty can of black bans that had the most delicious, gluey label. My repast made me drowsy and slow, and before I could find a nice crack in which to settle, a man with a pasty face and a pin in his head scooped me up. I thought I was headed for the land of Raid, but alas, my fate was ever worse. The man took me to his under-stove, where several of his relatives -- who looked like they might have been exposed to the salmonella I tracked across the toothbrushes -- held me down and tickled me mightily with an instrument called "The Bedazzler." From which fresh hell that object came, I do not know. I was then connected to a chain and felt that either menial work or deviant torture awaited me . I am sad to say that it was the latter. A horrible-looking creature -- I have been told it was a woman, but I am in doubt -- grabbed me in her hand and walked with me down a long plank. When we reached the end, she...she...I can barely say it. But I must, for truth is the only way to overcome our oppressors. The creature sexually assaulted me in the most brutal fashion, her waxy lips pressing down on my shell and feelers until I was beaten into submission. What happened is a blur. I wondered if the sparkly jewels placed on my shell had provoked her into the action, or if something else I had done indicated that her behavior was welcome. Then that well-known voice popped into my head. "It's not your fault!" said the voice and suddenly I knew that my only recourse was to call Detective Olivia Benson for help, guidance, and a comforting shoulder. I shall do this first thing tomorrow, or as soon as I get the feeling back in my feelers.
Lest you forgot that we were in the middle of a recap (I know I did!), not all of the girls have walked yet. We are reminded that Gina does not love roaches. She squeals and screams much like her doppelganger Yoko Ono. Only in this case, it is not art. Okay, it wasn't in that case either. Commercials.
In this week's "My Life As a Cover Girl," Nicole tries on some jeans. Good times.
We return to more Gina freakout about the roaches. Gina tells us that she was literally paralyzed. But, apparently, not too paralyzed to walk when Jared pushes her out on the runway. She stumbles a bit, but recovers nicely and hightails it backstage. That was a bit anticlimactic. I wish those things had poisonous venom. Joanie is and she's awesome. Jade crows that Gina is unwise to freak out in a competition, and that if she had to, she would have bedded four roaches. Yes, Jade would have been gang-banged by multiple roaches. Janice Dickinson is all, "Been there, done that, and thrown in a gaggle of boll weevils."
Jared Gold and his style panel have reached a verdict. But first, critiques. Danielle sashays like a goddess. Mollie Sue looks like she's in the Gestapo. Leslie leads with the nose. Kari has to think more about projecting a vibe. Jade kissed the roach. Gina was a baby. Joanie had good poses. Furonda looked like she was walking an invisible dog. Brooke needed to slow down. Nnenna was too swishy. Sara was too tall. The winner, of course, is Jade. She says that she redeemed herself like an empty bottle worth five cents in Maine. Jade gets to choose four friends to share in her prize, and picks Nnenna, Danielle, Mollie Sue, and Leslie. These five will be getting the VIP treatment at the Sheri Bodell show, which is part of L.A.'s fashion week. They do and it's boring, so I won't get into the details.
Back at Murder Manse, Jade tells her dad on the phone that she had a good day. She says that the judges are getting her confidence confused with arrogance, which irritates her. Dad gives her some comforting words, and Jade cries a little bit.
Meanwhile, Gina tells Danielle that she knows she has potential, but doesn't know how to bring it out. Danielle tells her that sometimes we're our own worst critics. Danielle has clearly not read the Top Model forums. She interviews that she's had a hard-knock life, but that, as a model you have to put a smile on your face, because nobody wants to remember that you're a real person and not merely objectified lady bits dressed in rags. Gina says that she's used to expecting the worst, and that when you do that, it's hard to hope for the best. I think Gina's just trying to show off her clever use of antonyms. (Note to Gina: that means "opposites.") Gina interviews that she needs to develop tougher skin.
Tyra Mail! "Once upon a time, there was a top model, and she lived happily ever after." Well, we know it wasn't Naima. The girls suspect that they are going to be part of something fairy-tale-themed. They meet up with Jay Manuel the morning, who asks them what they learned this week. There is a thunderous silence before they all mumble, "To walk?" Yes. Yes, to walk. Jay says that, sometime in their modeling careers, they might accidentally trip. Thus, they need to learn how to look pretty while falling, which is the theme of this photo shoot. And just to spice things up, they'll be dressed up like fairy-tale characters. Why not douse them in sweet and sour sauce, too? Danielle will be Rapunzel. Leslie will be a sexy Big Bad Wolf. Jade will be Little Red Riding Hood. Mollie Sue will be Little Boy Blue. Danielle will be Snow White. Gina, against type, will be Sleeping Beauty. Brooke will be a cute version of the Emperor from "The Emperor's New Clothes." Kari will be Goldilocks. Nnenna is the princess from "The Princess and the Frog." And, finally, Sara will be Gretel of "Hansel and Gretel." Tracy Bayne is the photographer. She demonstrates how the girls will fall off of a low platform and onto a springy cushion.
The girls go into hair and makeup. Jade notes that she wants to rock the shoot and impress Jay. I am sad to report that she actually does. Gina even admits that, up first, Jade set the bar way high. Joanie is , and also seems to do pretty well. It's funny to watch the girls fall and have their big hair smash into their heads. Furonda is , and Jay -- attempting to get her into character -- asks why, as Rapunzel, she grew the hair. "To get a man," she says. Good luck with that, Flav. Jay tells Furonda that she looks like she's clunking on a mat. Furonda looks like she's been clunking on a mat for her whole life, if you ask me. Sara notes to Sutan, the makeup artist, that she has a long way to fall. He helpfully adds, "Timber!" Jay tells Sara that she looks like a blow-up doll. Kari notes that her walk was horrible, but says that, at the end of the day, the photo shoot is the most important thing. Oh, naïve Kari. Mollie Sue tells Jay that she's ready to give a range of facial expressions. She monotonously interviews that, in the shoots, she plans to blow everyone away and show her sparkling personality. She might have said something else, but I fell asleep for a minute. Jay tells Mollie Sue that if he were as pretty as she is, maybe he wouldn't try so hard either. She asks why he thinks that she wasn't trying, and he nonsensically says that when she tries, she holds everything in. He then asks her to scream at the top of her lungs. She kind of does, but Jay tells her that she needs to come out of her shell. He interviews that he almost broke Mollie Sue down, but still got nothing. Backstage, she cries and says that she knows she's trying, but that she's coming up short. Someone who is not coming up short is Leslie, who is super-hot. Yowza. Brooke wears a nude body stocking. Nnenna does well. Danielle tells us that she got into character and felt like Snow White or, as she says, "Snow Black." Jay, who prefers to go by "Snow Orange," says that Danielle rocked the shoot. Danielle has already exceeded his expectations, as he told Tyra. Gina says that she should be rocking her photo shoots. Shoulda, coulda, woulda, didn't. Gina blames her poor performance on Jade's sour faces from the sidelines. She actually says "sour faces." Jay tells her that she got vacant. Vacant is a way of life for Gina. She interviews that she knows she can do well, but that she's letting the little petty things get to her. Petty things like photos and challenges and the fact that the other girls find it funny when she gnaws through tree-trunks in order to fashion a shelter for herself.
Tyra Mail! Someone is going home. Mollie Sue thinks it might be her. Kari says that she thinks she did well in her shoot. She interviews that Gina, who in another clip is actually braiding Kari's hair, is the one most of the girls would like to see go home. Kari admits that even she wouldn't mind seeing Gina, who is prone to freaking out, go home. Gina says that she's hanging on by the skin of her teeth. Maybe. But then again, that's a lot of skin. Commercials.
We return to a photo of Tyra dressed as the Old Lady Who Lived in a Jimmy Choo. I feel like those judging-intro Tyra photos should be all, "I'm a real model and I'm-a school yinz bitches," but they've been surprisingly mediocre lately, and oddly Photoshopped. She's totally losing it, which may be a consequence of developing such stellar talk-show-hosting skills. In any case, it's time for the third cut. There are prizes, there are judges. Jared Gold is the guest judge for the week.
And then, fun times. Tyra tells us that Vivienne Westwood is known for having Victorian-inspired fashion shows in which models must wear very uncomfortable and very high shoes. Tyra tells us that the shoes are so uncomfortable that one of the most famous fashion models in the world, a.k.a. SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED, wore them. SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED then fell to her booty, right on the runway, and the press had a field day with photos of SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED toppled. SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED is also a giant bitch who ruined Tyra's runway career by being a nasty bitch in the bitchy throwing-the-phone-at-the-head way that SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED is famous for, and bitchily so. Or so I gather from the context clues. Tyra shows the girls the six-inch stripper shoes that the girls will have to wear in their runway judging challenge. There is no way that this is going to turn out well.
Kari walks first and almost falls and breaks her ankle. Change name, repeat. Actually, some of the girls do okay, but those shoes are seriously dangerous. They'd be a lawsuit waiting to happen if the girls didn't have to sign one of those insane liability waivers that reality shows are so fond of. Decapitated? Sorry, it was in the waiver. Brooke does okay. Jade stumbles a little. Nonetheless, I am ashamed to say that I really dig her outfit. She has great style, which is needed to mask her inner hideousness. Furonda is a riot in the heels. She is just so crazy-looking. Joanie really works it -- which, given the stripper shoe context, is no surprise. Danielle starts off strong, and then falls in a particularly ankle-bending way. She walks off the make shift runway, falls, and actually has to crawl backstage. Tyra says that it's the most nervewracking judging test they've ever done. I must admit that I didn't even find it funny in the slightest. ["God, me neither -- I was horrified but totally transfixed. That was some crazy shit right there." -- Wing Chun]
Some crew members have to carry Danielle backstage. One of them suggests calling a doctor. It is a bad time for Danielle as we head to commercials.
When we return, we are privy to Danielle's backstage dilemma. She is attended by the improbably named Doctor Pogharian and Nurse Halgaziam. Maybe this is all a part of Tyra's dream? Danielle explains that, when she fell, her pinky toe came out of the shoe and twisted. Ouch. The suspiciously named and additionally very fat Pogharian/Halgaziam medical team tells Danielle, "You probably just strained...sprained it." Uh, okay. First: "probably"? You're a doctor, make a diagnosis with some confidence. And second: "strained...sprained"? Are they kidding? They probably bled Danielle with leeches and told her to eat some pennies and she'd be fine. Poor Danielle.
The girls return back before Panel, Danielle on crutches. She explains to the panel that she sprained her baby toe, but that it's all good. She's a trooper, that Danielle. Jade is first before the panel. She held it together well with the stripper shoes, and also won the challenge this week. The judges clap. Jade's photo gets good comments. Sara's walk in the crazy heels was good. Her photo gets mixed reviews. Nnenna showed frustration in her face during the challenge. Her full-body shot is great, but the close up is mediocre. is Leslie. We all know she has walking problems. Her photo is awesome, and inspires Nigel's lust. Nigel likes that Danielle smiles through the pain. Her photo is gorgeous and gets raves from the entire panel. Jared calls Brooke a closet drag queen. "Closet"? Her photo is horrible and jowly. I totally think they pick bad photos for her on purpose, though I suspect that will end soon. Jared speaks of Gina's freakout during the challenge. Her Sleeping Beauty photo is too wide awake for the judges. It's pretty, but the wrong feel. The judges talk about Kari's propensity for falling. She starts crying in front of the Panel because she wanted to do well, but was a mess. Her photo is very meh. The judges call her "apple pie." Nigel tells her to tone up a little bit -- nothing drastic, but she needs to be firmer. I think that's sound advice. And then, Furonda. She looks ridiculous as always. Joanie gets kudos on the walk. Her body in the fairy-tale photo is exquisite. Mollie Sue walked okay. Her photo lacks twinkle, she is an empty shell, blah blah blah blah no personality blah.
The judges deliberate. Mollie Sue falls flat, but Twiggy likes her. Jade and Danielle will both fly through without any problems. Brooke, for the thousandth time, is all wrong but she's right. Nnenna has the makings of a top model, but Twiggy wants to see her personality. Nigel says that Furonda, in her photo, looks like a squashed insect under a petri dish. "'Pastry dish'?" asks Miss J. Ugh, shut up. Kari isn't a runway girl, says Jared, but Nigel says that she's easy to mold and that designers might like that. Leslie needs practice walking. Her photo is sexy, but needs to be more model-y. Sara is beautiful, but needs to work her awkwardness. Gina is a hot mess. Joanie's walk was the best, according to Twiggy, but her face can't take different hairstyles. It's the jaw. The judges have made their decision.
Eleven girls stand before Tyra. But she only has ten "phooo-toooos" in her hands. And those photos go to: Jade, Danielle, Brooke, Joanie, Mollie, Sara, Furonda, Leslie, and Nnenna. Gina and Kari remain. So Kari will stay, right? Yeah, that's what I thought too. But Tyra defies all sense of reason. To the surprise of everyone -- including a puzzled-looking (more so than usual) Gina -- Kari is eliminated. Awwww. Kari says that, in her mind, she thought she'd get the picture, and notes that Gina thought she was going home, too. She says that Gina needs to be confident and stick up for herself, because no one else will. Kari is sad to leave the other girls, but also happy to go home.
Coming up: more Janice! She gives the girls posing lessons, and then gets wasted and berates them. Just another day in the life. Also, Gina stands up to Jade! Yes!