Back at the home, Jade gives her mom a tour. Meanwhile, John tells Nnenna that he loves her bald head. Suddenly, Jade's mom asks her, "Can I fluff you down?" Raise your hand if you were as alarmed as I was. However, this activity is much more innocent -- if kookier -- than we might have imagined. Jade explains that her mom does energy work, and pulls energy from the universe through her hands. O...kay. So, basically, Jade just lies down, and her mom runs her hands along the length of her body and waves them around without ever actually touching her. I think the AMA should look into the potentially dangerous side effects of fluffing, which I can only imagine include the destruction of brain cells and delusions of undiscovered supermodeldom. As we get fluffing footage set to the music of John Tesh (or something equally horrible), Jade confessionalizes that she wrote a poem today and would like to share it with us.
"Heaven and Hell," by Jade Carlos Jades
Heaven and hell, earth power wind force
Make me listen, and my strength will be my source.
Not bad. I would submit this as a second stanza:
East and west, the rain makes me remember
That Earth, Wind and Fire sang "September."
J.S. Eliot thanks her mother for the fluffing.
Meanwhile, Nnenna starts to re-explain the whole Vaughn situation to John. She interviews that she did kiss a male model, but now is trying to think how to reframe the situation to John, so that it doesn't look that bad. Why people on reality shows lie to their significant others is a mystery to me, because, obviously, if anything juicy happened, it's going to be aired on primetime in mere months. Sluttiness will out. Nnenna tells John that, on the shoot, the male model kissed her on her bottom lip, and that she didn't pull away, though she was looking at the camera. We see the footage, which does not corroborate her version of events. Nnenna is curled up under the covers. John strokes her bald head, and says that she's not going to get off that easy. He adds, "As long as you don't let that happen again," and Nnenna pretends to be asleep. All class, that one.
Tyra Mail! "Some say models are brainless living dolls. Are you?" j.j. cummings ruminates on this, and then writes:
in that Dolls are pretty no
but Brain --
less yes to that i
i may relate
The girls head off to a warehouse, where they meet Jay Manuel. Jay tells them that when he was a kid, he'd always get in trouble for stealing his sister's dolls. Way to work the stereotype, there. We see a little-kid photo of Jay and his sister, and he is totally cute. And, dare I say it, a little orange. Like, more brown-orange than the tangerine hue he sports of late, but orange-ish nonetheless. So maybe he comes by that honestly. Not so honest, however, is the awful blond hair, but you already knew that. Jay adds that he stole the dolls because of their perfect hair. Confused? Yeah, just wait for it. The girls are going to be dressed as dolls in a shoot for Pantene. Because, say it with me now, Pantene gives you perfect hair. Dude, you're better off washing your hair with dish detergent. Mitch Stone, the Pantene pro stylist, says that he's going to use some fab Pantene products on the girls to prepare them for the shoot. The girls are re-introduced to Pascal Demeester, who was also the photographer on their first, bald shoot. I like to refer to him as "Demeester Seester."