Darian squeals a little while getting her braids cut off, but seems to take the whole thing in relative stride. She's ready for a fresh new self as she enters the fashion industry. Johnny clowns with her a little, and then Tyra shows up! Who could even take her advice seriously, with that scraggly wet labradoodle on her head? Tyra tells Darian that she was going to let her keep the braids, but then the ever-powerful "social media" didn't like it. It's not just Tyra deciding things, everybody. It's the omnipresent all-powerful non-being "social media." Someone will mention it every six seconds so you don't forget. Darian says that she's ready for a change, and in fact the end result is pretty good.

Oh boy, and then Tyra has a little tete-a-tete-a-tete with Victoria and Maria. She asks why they declined the makeovers. Fucking Victoria starts in about how her great-great grandmother was full-blooded Cherokee Indian and had similar (which she pronounces "simular") hair. She takes a lot of pride in that heritage. And also, Jewish relatives. I don't know what Jewish relatives have to do with anything, but Victoria certainly likes to reference them. Tyra tells both girls that when a model is reluctant to make a temporary change, she wonders if they should be in the fashion industry at all. Because the fashion industry does not give a care about your Cherokee great grandmother. Tyra invites Victoria and Maria to open their makeover envelopes. Maria's simply reads, "Curly with layers and highlights." Basically, she would have had the same hair. What a tool. Victoria's would have been red, long and curly. She's kicking herself and wonders if she's engaged in self-sabotage. Everything that Victoria does is simultaneously self-sabotage and a genius maneuver. They will never kick her off the show until they've squeezed every last crazy tear out of her face. Between heaving sobs, Victoria tells a camera person that her mom would advise her to stay strong. That's the unique Cherokee-Jew logic at work!