It's time for posing with the queens! The girls head to an abandoned warehouse, where they meet up with posing expert Benny Ninja -- also known, according to Dominique, as "the inventor of the vogue" -- and supermodel Vendela (also the host of Scandanavia's Next Top Model!) to learn about commercial, couture, and catalogue posing. While Lauren and Marvita struggle, Benny and Vendela are fans of Dominique, which causes her to refer to herself in the third person even more. Great.
We get the season's first incident involving the phone, as Dominique misses her phone time as determined by a list that Whitney organized. Dominique's negligence is at fault according to Whitney, but that's not how Dominique sees it, and they argue. Whitney twitches her head at Dominique, which is further cause for Dominique's ire. She thinks Whitney's being disrespectful, but Whitney points out that she has no reason to respect Dominique. I guess they both get a point for that one. After Whitney questions her education, Dominique calls her racist, and Whitney busts out the old white-person favorite, "My best friend is black." Dominique has the last word when she says Whitney looks like she's thirty and acts like she's twelve. No, wait, the last word goes to Whitney, who asks for Saran Wrap. Good one?
The week's challenge involves a team posing battle in Brooklyn, where Dominique is able to reconnect with her people, the drag queens. Lauren redeems herself and kicks some ass, and the drag queens wave their fingers at her, which I think is the highest compliment. Fatima pulls out all the stops as she battles Whitney, which means that Whitney gets a crotch in her face. The best poser of all, however, is Claire, and she wins the challenge and a trip to Bora Bora. Her team gets some free swag, and you know Marvita is juiced.
Speaking of Marvita, the competition is starting to get to her, and she retreats a bit and loses some confidence. She wonders if she's too ghetto for the world of modeling. Well, if you listen to Fatima, she is. Guess that uneasy truce is over. The photo shoot for the week has girls getting close-ups of their faces, which have some extreme, colorful makeup, paint splatters, and hats made of random plastic wedges. It's a theme that makes about as much sense as any of the other shoots they do. Marvita has serious problems, and Jay correctly guesses that she's checked out of the competition for reasons of boredom or intimidation.
At panel, Tyra gets to demonstrate "dead eyes," which we all know is her favorite thing to do! Dominique pulls out a great photo, Whitney disappoints, and after the judges notice the beard on her armpit, Fatima is forced to confess that she doesn't shave. Fatima's photo is gorgeous, though, so she gets a pass. This leaves Whitney and Dominique in the bottom two. The judges think that Whitney wants it more, so she gets a photo. Marvita, meanwhile, is sent back to the hood. It's a sad day for everyone who was hoping we'd get to see a genuine punch in the throat before the season's end.
Previously on ANTM: The girls walked in a runway show for Tuleh, which worked out well for Katarzyna and not so well for Marvita and the bipedally-impaired Lauren. A photo shoot in a meat freezer had the girls becoming really, really intimate with beef drawers. Amis was sent packing, and not just because she chose a really dumb name for herself. Ten bitches remain!
New York City! The girls return home from elimination, and Fatima muses about being in the bottom two. She was shocked, because she thought she was doing extremely well. She is the 635th girl this season to say that she needs to step her game up. She practices on the runway in cheap silver shoes, because that's how she rolls. Dominique, meanwhile, is confident in who she is and that she's staying in the competition. She tells us that she -- or, as she refers to herself, "Dominique" -- is going to make it and win the competition. She could sit there and go on for days about it. And, by the looks of it, has. She prattles on, and Stacy-Ann looks like she'd rather be giving Jay Manuel another lap dance than listen to it for a minute more. Whitney does an impression of Dominique in an interview. It goes like this: "Blah blah blah." She says that Dominique is mind-boggling.
Marvita, meanwhile, says that she's like the runaway bride. She can't stay with anybody -- she needs to go. Foreshadowing wears a do-rag. Marvita interviews that she spent her formative years having to hustle and be hard, and no one can connect with her on the same level. Perhaps Marvita hasn't yet heard Tyra's hardscrabble tale of having to go to Paris when she was 17. Life on the streets is made more difficult when you only have a scrap of baguette to sustain you. Marvita tells Katarzyna and Aimee that she's not a holding hands, kissy-kissy kind of girl. When Marvita loves you, she punches you in the crotch. She interviews that she's been molested and raped, and doesn't trust people. Claire tells us that Marvita is a crazy hood-rat, and is almost in a different category of human being altogether. There's a model inside of Marvita, she says, but there are also a lot of exterior layers that hide it. None of the exterior layers are as kicky as Claire's pink "I Heart Labor" tank top, though.
In the kitchen, Whitney offers Stacy-Ann some banana bread. Stacy-Ann refuses, saying that she doesn't want to get fat like Whitney. I...think that's a joke? Whitney doesn't even believe in the "f-word." Fat, that is. She asks if Stacy-Ann means "phat." Whitney loves her curves, and loves not looking like a little boy. Being naturally not-so-curvy, I've always liked to live by the "more than a mouthful is a waste" adage, but to each her own. Whitney was called second at judging last week, and is hoping that she can stay on top (na na na na na na).