Next up we have Esther, who is wearing some very colorful pants. They in fact make Tyra exclaim, "Look at those pants, girl!" Esther is 18 from Boston, and was born in Jerusalem and raised a modern orthodox Jew. She honors the Sabbath, which means that from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday she can't use electricity and such. Tyra notes that on America's Next Top Model the girls work seven days a week, and asks Esther what she'll do. Esther, content to downgrade to being merely Jewish-ish, quickly answers, "I would do it." There's another interesting thing about Esther: her boobs. This bitch has a 30G chest. Miss J. almost has an aneurysm when he confirms the "G" for "ginormous" part. Esther pulls up her shirt and shows her very well-fitted bathing suit top. Those girls are big, but surprisingly not showy. Esther interviews that she's going to try to do as much as she can religious-wise, but did draw a line in the sand by auditioning for the show in the first place. After she leaves, Jay notes that her boobs will be a problem, and Tyra tries to pretend that this is not true.

Chelsey is next, and tells the panel that she started modeling at 13, in L.A. So I guess that Boise fashion week doesn't exist after all. Bummer. She stopped because she was told that at 5'9" and 105 pounds she was too fat. Jay tells Chelsey that she's definitely not too fat. And with any luck she'll have an eating disorder that can be exploited for dramatic purposes! Chelsey notes that, at 22, she's a bit older for the industry. She thinks that this competition is her last big chance. And speaking of big, no plus-sized girls this season, eh?

Meanwhile, there is race-based drama! Four girls of color sit together and discuss something that one of them exclaims is not cool. De'yana, 22 from Detroit, tells us that someone read in Emily's diary a passage that said, "I almost got stuck rooming with a black girl -- ew." And, I mean, this is why they sell diaries with locks. They look pretty dumb, until something like this happens. De'yana wastes no time in confronting Emily in front of a whole bunch of folks, saying, "You didn't want to room with a black woman?" Emily gives a nervous, "Huh?" and when asked if she said, "I almost got a black roommate, ew," says no. Then De'yana asks if Emily wrote that in her diary. We cut to Emily telling some other girls, "It wasn't against any of you all" or, in fact, the black race. Her ever-changing line of defense is perhaps not the most effective strategy. De'yana tells Emily not to lump every black person together into the category of "ew," and Emily explains that she didn't mean it "like that." Emily interviews that she's not racist. Someone beside her who was black read what she wrote, and got it completely wrong, she says. Emily starts crying as De'yana and a few others continue to give her a talking to. I'm sure she'll like black girls a lot more after this. As Emily leaves the room wishing she were an illiterate racist (not too much to ask for in West Virginia!), we head to commercials.