Next up is Shaya Marie Ali. Turns out that Mohammed Ali is Shaya's uncle, a fact that she's all too eager to exploit given the pronounced way in which she stated her surname. Shaya is studying fashion merchandising. And let's let Shaya tell us about Shaya. She says, "Shaya is goofy. Shaya is sexy. Shaya is everybody's fantasy." Shaya is deluded in that special way that only people who describe themselves using the third person can be.
And then we get some down-time interaction with our new crop of bitches. The girls are all dancing aimlessly, and Amy tells us that the more fun and positivity there is, the better it is for everyone. She likes to make people laugh. Her main method of doing this is wearing suspenders. I haven't been able to stop chuckling all episode! Thanks, Amy! Allison shows off her bony-ass stomach, and then says to Whitney, the token plus-sized girl, "Let's see some rib cages if you suck it in." The white bitches are the worst kind, man. Whitney quite expertly retorts, "I eat food, all the time! HA HA HA HA!" The best way to dominate these bitches is to remind them of how hungry they are. And then out of nowhere, class clown Amy, quite the sophisticated humorist, yells out, "You guys wanna check out my pubic hair?" Not unless Rumpelstiltskin turned it to gold, honey.
Speaking of Amy, she is next to go before Tyra and the Jays. She considers herself a weirdo because whether she's completely alone or not, her thoughts just spew out. There's not much of a filter. Apparently, Amy thinks a lot about sharing her pubic hair with the world. It's a different sort of public service. A pubic service. Amy's face looks so dirty right now, I can't even tell you. Pretty! Amy tells us that she'd much rather be weird and crazy than boring. It pains me to tell Amy that weird/crazy and boring aren't mutually exclusive. It does not pain me to tell her to go wash her freaking face.
Plus-sized Whitney is next, and she thinks the past plus-sized girls on the show are lame. She has a sureness in herself and wants people who don't like her to go suck an egg. No thanks. Too many calories. Whitney tells us that she represents the healthy American woman, which should be the ideal American woman. Jay thinks that she talks like a pageant contestant and is a bit old-school.
Next is Marguerite, who accosts the judges with what she calls her white-girl freestyle. It goes as such: "So I've gotta admit I've got a little crush/On someone we know and love oh so much/That's right, I'm crushin' on Mr. Jay Manuel/lucky for me, he'll never know how I feel/Cause with his help I'll look innocent/And make it look real." By the looks on their faces, you can tell the judges think that Marguerite is dumb.