This brings us to Victoria calling her mom. Before she even dials the phone she breaks down in tears.
Victoria needs her mother.
It’s really messed up. Even the way she talks to her mother: “Do you have any words of encouragement? What do you want me to think to keep me going?” It is a very bizarre relationship and makes me wonder if Victoria doesn’t have some sort of social disorder.
All the girls are disturbed at how much Victoria is sobbing into the phone with her mother over nothing more than missing her. Some girls want to cry, some seem scared. But not Kristin.
She think it’s funny. Or maybe there’s just some
good stuff in that Red Solo Cup.
It’s the next day and panel time! But before we get to the judging, this little ditty shows up on the screen.
Tyra and Robrock show how it’s done.
Looking back, did Tyra ever do any shoots with Nigel? I’m pretty sure she just can’t keep her hands off the rockhead. Irritatingly, they zoom in on Tyra’s eyes so you understand how a smize is supposed to penentrate when posing as a dead animal. Why does she get to just wear a pretty head piece and look fantastic when the poor girls had to stick their head through a wall? Totes Hippo once again.
So Tyra introduces the judges, including the spokesperson for the fourth judge, Bryan Boy.
He appears to be in mourning.
First up is Yvonne. She’s lucky she got the top score on the challenge because the judges aren’t crazy about her picture. I think she looks great. So does the rest of America. The judges each give her a 6 but it sounds like the social media score will be higher. She’ll be fine.
She-ra is next and it turns out she has one of the lowest fourth judge scores. Bryanboy reads some mean tweets about her and then he tells her she really needs to step up if she wants to be in the competition.
Who the fuck do you think you are, pansy ass?
First of all, this girl could flatten you with a flick of her wrist.
Secondly, you little twerp with an annoying stereotype gay boy speech pattern, get over your affected manners. You aren’t all that and these girls have no idea what they are doing. What’s she supposed to step up to? Magically understand how to be a model when the only lesson she’s learned this week was how to slink along a bar top in Hollywood? And for that matter, the lesson was about engaging the audience. Since when do fashion models interact? Aren’t they simply supposed to look intriguing? Give the girls a break, you little flea, no one is giving them any direction and your advice to “step up” isn’t helping either.
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