With Lauren's confidence still on the wane and Claire's breast milk drying up, no one has the damn patience to deal with Dominique's alarm going off way before anyone really needs to get up. There is a big-ass early morning fight with Claire leading the charge and Whitney and Lauren providing necessary backup. Even Anya hates Dominique, so you know she must be a real pill. Later on Dominique tries to sleep because she's feeling sick, but the other girls keep her awake by talking about her. While she's in the room! It's crazy. We learn that Claire has a lot of attitude for a global warrior of the earth.
Tyra pops up as the girls' limo driver, then forces them to put on bright red leggings and T-shirts and head to the dance studio to practice their runway walks. On one pass across the floor Tyra stumbles and sprains her ankle. But it's all -- wait for it -- ACTING! And a way to teach the girls the secret modeling trick of pretending that you have menstrual cramps when you're out of other ideas. I'm doing it right now and I'm so pretty, I can't even tell you. Lauren blanks out and Claire loses her face, but the other girls do pretty well. Tyra administers a pose-off, and the girls later learn that their teach was actually a challenge! Anya was the best poser of all, and wins an afternoon naked in bed with Nigel. You know who's glad she didn't get that prize? Aimee, who really doesn't want to take her secret Mormon underpants off for anyone.
The photo shoot for the week sends the girls to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where they each embody a specific style of music. Some girls play against type, as Katarzyna rocks an edgy emo style (getting the judges to promise her a new, choppy haircut for next week), Lauren works a plastic Britney-style butt-cheek-exposing pop getup, Dominique poses as an ethereal folk goddess, and Whitney goes grunge. Claire struggles to find her inner Dolly Parton as the country girl, while Aimee is at a loss as to how to present herself as an R&B diva. They land in the bottom two. In the end, Claire is spared, and Aimee is sent back to Utah or Mitt Romney's house or wherever she came from. But the best thing about this elimination? Hearing Tyra pronounce the "g" in "singer."
Previously on ANTM: Whitters and Dominique had it out over accusations of racism and protestations of black best friends. But it was all United Colors of Benetton style harmony as the girls posed with paint dripping down their faces. Poor Marvita lost her will to be in the competition and, not coincidentally, her desire to smack a ho. She was eliminated, and we lost an awesome potential black best friend. Nine bitches remain!
We begin in the limo, with several girls complimenting Aimee on her picture from last week, in which her skin was luminescent. Small pores: the true blessing of the Mormons. Aimee interviews that she had never done modeling before, so the competition has been a real learning experience. Well isn't THAT a kiss of death opening interview if you've ever seen one? Lauren, meanwhile, tells us that she has confidence issues at panel. And why does she have confidence issues? Because it's scary. And listen, if you had to be within ten feet of Tyra's actual wig, I bet you'd start shaking, too. Lauren's trying to work on her confidence, but it's a huge inner struggle that will have to happen while she makes her way through the competition. Girl, just be glad you don't need to explain to your boyfriend and family back in Boonville why you turned into such a dyke the second you got on TV.
Claire talks on the phone to her husband, Matt. He tells her that her baby's teeth have just come through. Awww. Except, like, isn't that when babies start screaming all through the livelong night? Maybe it's better to be hanging on The CW. Claire tells us that she misses her husband and her baby a lot. And then we see some weird video of Claire and her family by some river, out in the wild, and maybe even in the Amazon or Nicaragua or something. It's all very...natural. Just go to the mall or something, God. Then we get a little bit of video of Claire's daughter, who is super cute but for all the drool sliding down her chin. But that's the way of all babies, isn't it? If it weren't for the drool and the sticky fingers and the wailing and the part where they eventually become teenagers, I'd have been knocked up long ago. Claire says that whenever she is by herself or starts thinking about how much she misses her baby, she cries. She then tells Matt that her milk is drying up. She's very sad that her baby might not be able to breast-feed again. Eh, I don't believe a word of those studies! I was raised on formula, and look where I am today: at home recapping on a Friday night! Take heart, Claire. Your baby's going to be just...[sob]. Claire tells Matt that she's doing okay, and that there are just a few folks in the house who irk her. But we'll get to that later. She interviews that it's hard living in a house with a whole bunch of bitches, but she'd be cheating her daughter if she didn't go for her dreams.