Probably not. Elsewhere in the apartment, Norelle - aka Paris Hilton's biggest fan - spent the evening examining her stomach. Apparently she had found a whole centimeter of fat on it and that was like not cool. You see, she wants her stomach more "abby and less flabby." I wonder if this will happen before or after she gets her doctorate in moron sciences? In other news, Tocarra literally went to sleep with a whole fried chicken and what appeared to be the tasting menu of the local bakery by her side - in case she gets hungry in the middle of the night. Usually, if I get hungry while I'm sleeping, I usually, you know, go back to sleep and wait until breakfast.

The next day, when the girls received their Tyra Mail (Tyra's not only a postmaster, she's also a general), they learned that they were to have "Go-Sees" with various high-end fashion designers such as Diane Von Furstenberg, Nicole Miller, and Marc Bauwer. What's a Go-See, you ask? Well, luckily Tyra Banks appeared randomly in front of a blue screen with clouds to explain that it's sort of like a cold call audition where models walk for designers. Then, in a blink of the eye, Tyra was gone, off to whatever blue-screened celestial place she had come from.

The gals all headed to Nicole Miller for their first Go-See (and by the way, could they have come up with a dumber term? Models...). Yaya of course sashayed around like a dancer diva would. Nicole Miller commented that her name was so unusual. "Actually, it's pretty common in West Africa," replied Yaya. Yeah Nicole Miller! Way to not be up on your West African names, you ignorant bitch. Somehow, this little interchange resulted in an incredibly awkward moment where Nicole Miller simply let out an "Oh..." as if to say "Wow, I knew you were black but I didn't realize you were THAT black."