Tyra mail! Tyra mail! Tyra mail! Since four of the girls take it upon themselves to prove that they can use their context clues and at least figure out this whole "reading" thing by the magical power of phonetics, they all crowd around the card and read it with overlapping "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" cacophony, so we're forced to read it for them when it's held in front of the camera. Here's what it says: "Venustraphobia: The fear of beautiful women. Ophidiophobia: The fear of snakes. Algophobia: The fear of pain. What are you afraid of? We'll find out tomorrow. Be ready at 7 in the morning." Hey, doesn't she mean...oh, never mind.
How about a really deep confessional to put waaaay too fine a point on it? Here's one now: "Tyra mail was talking about a photo shoot that has something to do with people's fears and phobias," Catie shares. "But my big fear is complete waste of emotions and time." And how best to confront the fear of wasting emotions and time than by experiencing those fears head-on. What would be the best way to experience a total waste of time and emotion? Someone -- and this is just a thought, here -- someone ought to make her a model.
We're at a burnt-out loft so far west of 12th Avenue it's fully in New Jersey. The building is (well, was) several floors high, but the middle floors have been replaced by enormous holes from which you can see from the top all the way down. The TV Guide blurb told me it was a drop of 100 feet, so that's how much it is, then. Now Catie's new fear is "falling to [her] death." Her death of emotions from wasting time, you mean? Jay explains that the point of today's shoot (well, I'm not sure there's ever really a point, per se, but go with me here, if you will) is "an action fashion editorial." But there's one twist: "We are going to suspend you from this ledge and shoot you guys hanging over this hole."