There is drama ahoy this week as Fatima, who is not a U.S. citizen and thus can't leave the country, starts thinking that maybe since the big Top Model trip abroad is probably imminent she should get her visa and passport. And I mean, I'm totally a procrastinator, but that is some crazy stuff. As she worries and feels that the chances of getting her travel documents approved are not all that great, Lauren slices off the top of her finger while cutting onions. She has to go to the ER and get stitches, which curbs her rageoholic tendencies a bit.
Paulina visits the girls to train them on how to impress people at parties and give a decent interview. She role plays as a high-falutin' partygoer named Mrs. Dubois, and an annoying reporter (think any of the doofi from E!). The girls must put their skills to use at a party for designer Jay Godfrey and delicious soft drink 7UP. Jay outfits all the girls, and it is only Dominique who can't remember who designed her dress on the green carpet. Whitney probably wants to forget, as her boobs are on some kind of crazy rotating display in her blue trash bag of a dress. In a surprise twist, Anya is the best interviewee/mingler of all! She gets to be in an ad for 7UP that features her naked in a big vat of lemons and limes. Anya wins all the challenges where someone has to pose naked. She gets paid for her troubles, to the tune of $10,000. That will buy a lot of Hooked on Phonics!
The girls get a Tyra Mail telling them to pack their bags, and they think their trip to the country of Foreignia is nigh. However, it turns out that they're actually doing a group shot at the airport, in which they're all running to catch a plane on the runway. Because of FAA regulations, or drama-inducing regulations, the girls have to be off of the tarmac by 3:00 p.m. This poses a problem for Fatima, who has an appointment with the consulate at 9:00 a.m. She leaves the photo shoot, and Jay is a bit peeved. She does end up getting her documents approved, but does not make it back in time to get her photo taken. To make things worse, there's a surprise immediate elimination in the airplane hangar, and Fatima has to face Tyra's wrath as she stands in her sad, puffy jacket and bare face while the other girls look super cute in their mod clothes from the shoot. Her lack of a photo lands her in the bottom two with the perennially underperforming Stacy-Ann. The judges decide that Fatima's overall portfolio is better, so she gets to stay. Or, should I say, she gets to go, as the girls immediately board a plane to Rome! Stacy-Ann offers to go as the staff lap dance artist, but surprisingly no one takes her up on it.
Previously on ANTM: The girls took over Manhattan, but not in a Godzilla way (well, except for Whitney) as they went on designer go-sees. The photo shoot for the week involved being suspended on a plastic thingy with water in it that made everyone look like really well-appointed fetuses. Claire and Lauren ended up in the bottom two, with Claire getting the boot and thus ending her run as unstoppable Cover Girl of the Week winner / Naima Junior. Seven bitches remain!
We enter with the girls at home, marveling over the fact that Claire was eliminated. Whitney is very proud to have gotten as far in the competition as she has, being a plus-sized model. Lauren drones on that no matter what she's going to be an artist and a model. Well, apparently all you need to do to be an artist is to repeatedly inseminate yourself and then induce multiple abortions. So that's easy. Modeling, however, is a bit more challenging. Lauren is getting the confidence she needs to make it. Stacy-Ann is sick of getting called last, and is determined to prove that she can be America's Next Top Model. Or, America's Next Top Heat Miser Clone. Seriously, the hair!!!
Some girls chat in the bedroom, and Dominique predicts that they are going to be heading overseas soon. She confesionalizes how awesome everything will be once they're abroad. I think she might be naked in the confessional, which can't be sanitary. She wonders where they're going, and what their grocery list will be like. What the eff is she ever even talking about? You can tell the other girls are just used to tuning her out, too. Every once in a while Stacy-Ann mutters a half-hearted, "Goodness," or something. Fatima looks sullen. More sullen. But this time, it's not because someone has thrown out her coffee. Rather, the prospect of going abroad is making her nervous because she's not a U.S. citizen, and has lost a travel document. If she doesn't have that document, she tells us, she can't leave the country. When she says "travel document," I believe she means "passport and visa." Which, bitch, get a purse! That is whack.
In the kitchen, Fatima talks about her situation with the rest of the girls. Dominique, in a towel and plastic showercap, is eager to hear. Put on some clothes, woman! God. Fatima explains that she's not a U.S. citizen -- she only has a green card. She lost her travel document in Atlanta. Her lawyer is working on expediting the process, but she could get kicked out by default if her travel document does not arrive in time for her to go abroad. She starts crying, and then cries some more in an interview. She wants to be there and have the same opportunities as everyone, she says, and it's really hard. Back in the kitchen, Anya tells her to keep bugging the consulate. And then maybe they'll send her passport via priority unicorn! Anya thinks that Fatima should have all the opportunities that the rest of them have. And I mean...doesn't she? It's not like the U.S. government is preventing her from going out of the country because she's not a citizen. She lost her own damn stuff. This is, like, the one thing that ISN'T George W. Bush's fault. Fatima accepts that she'll have to pay the consequences if this doesn't work out. I don't think "pay the consequences" is an actual saying, but as we've learned she's not a U.S. citizen, so I'll cut her some slack.