All jokes aside, the whole episode was kind of scary, and although Rebecca said it wouldn't affect her modeling career, don't you kind of think that falling over uncontrollably might be a little more serious than she lets on? I mean, one of these days, she's going to have a serious concussion or broken collar bone or something. And wouldn't it be unfortunate if she just fell over on the runway? The other person who was sort of worried about their performance last week was Brittany, who was in tears as she said that she didn't want to look like somebody who does porn. It's OK Brittany, you have at least one assured DVD sale when you get to it.

If there is anybody who should be learning from week to week, it has to be Brandi. She came to the casting session with such a happy and carefree attitude, but it looks like she hasn't had any fun the entire time she has been here. Maybe she is traumatized by her hair, and we know she is impatient, but unless she is taking her own pictures and paying for her own contract, she has to do something to get along with other people. And she should start with her roommates.

It has always been a reality show staple to have one phone for the entire cast. This arrangement guarantees a ton of drama. Our girls had actually sort of worked out a rotation to make things a little more fair. Since the east coast was three hours ahead, the people from the East would start first. And since Hawaii was three hours behind, she would be last. With all the girls talking, they should be reaching out and touching their respective time zones in some sort of rational order. It all would have worked out except that Brand was not having any of it. I guess she should know that it's a democracy, not a cheerocracy modelacracy.

Whenever Brandi goes off, there is only one person who can really talk to her. That would be Tiffany, of course, because it seems like everybody is scared of Brandi. I love whenever Tiffany starts the show by demonstrating how angry she used to be. Why? Because it means we will get to see another replay of the clip where the infamous line "Bitch threw a beer on my weave" were once spoken. I can't get enough of that shit.

The girls first Tyra mail was talking about being on point, not like EMPD, but like ballet. Right away I was thinking that this would feature some crazy russian lady who spent 50 years teaching under communism in the USSR, but decided to leave and now runs a studio somewhere near Fairfax. That was my dream, but the producers instead gave us Stephen Wenta, who was basically a German version of Richard Attenborough from Jurassic Park, he even had a cane, which he used to smack the models when they weren't in good posture. They don't have enough time to go through charm school, but I guess this Stephen guy would have to do. They could have at least involved liederhosen in some way.

Anyway, the thing about ballet was that it was supposed to show people about being conscious of their form. It is amazing that some of these girls think that it is OK to kind of go through the motions in these things. No matter how innocuous the early lesson is, it always finds it way into the later challenges somehow.

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