Krista and Nicole go into the HoH room, and Nicole is all trying to talk strategy, and Krista pretends to listen, but she’s really distracted by all the goodies she’s getting as HoH. She opens the mini-fridge and squeals, "Dr Peppah!" Nicole’s all, please pay attention to me, but Krista’s just feeling the Dr. Pepper. "They’re not cold, but that’s all right, I can anticipate the wait." Hee. I’m not sure where Krista stands as far as her alliances go, but her accent sure is cute. Nicole is all, you have to nominate Will and Shannon, and Krista is all, look! Chocolate! And Nicole is all, are you listening to me? And Krista is all, I love these cookies! I can’t decide if Krista is a moron or a genius. Nicole even offers to walk out of the house in the third week if Krista will get rid of Mike or Shannon, because she doesn’t need the money, and she knows Krista really does, and Krista agrees that she does need the money, and then squeals when she sees her robe. I think Krista might have ADD. Or she’s brilliantly playing a part. It’s hard to say.
So Krista goes around the house and asks everyone, and I mean everyone, whom she ought to put on the block. And everyone except Chill Town tells her to nominate Will and Shannon. And still, Krista prevaricates. She can’t make a choice. She doesn’t want to make a choice. She can’t handle making a choice. "I just don’t want to look like the bad guy," she says. Again, I almost wonder if this is all just an act: if Krista didn’t want to be HoH, why didn’t she purposely throw the HoH competition? Whatever her motivation is, she moans and groans about trying to be neutral, like, forever. Seriously. We get it. You don’t want to choose. Shut up.
In the Big Blue Chair of What Are You Smoking, Krista?, the newest HoH chirps that she really likes Will. Then she explains that she’s "in the house to win," but that she’s going to go out there and "pretend [she’s] just the little country girl everyone thinks [she is]." She grins.
Next is the weekly food challenge, which involves each houseguest being weighed on a giant scale, right there on national television. This contest is clearly designed to stir up shit between Autumn and Shannon, especially in light of the Great Potato Chip Incident of 2001. I think using someone’s psychological weakness -- in this case, Autumn’s issues with her self-image -- in order to create tension in the house is pretty reprehensible. Frankly, I can think of few things more humiliating, especially for someone who has psychological issues with her weight, than having to be weighed in public, and in front of people who’ve called them, among other things, a "fat-ass" and a "hog." And, dude, isn’t the house tense enough already? Therefore, I’m not even going to justify this challenge with recappage, except to say that the men win, and the women are doomed to peanut butter and jelly for another week, and they whine, and the men gloat.