Okay, we're back. Now, completely ignoring the important stuff Cynthia just shared, Melissa totally backs up Flora on a fight about dirty dishes. It took me a long time to learn this, but I'll share a secret with you: if the dishes are driving you nuts, WASH THEM. Writing notes and getting all bent out of shape doesn't do shit. So Flora and Melissa collaborate on a nasty note as Sarah tries to convince them that it's futile. "I have too many things to worry about besides dishes." WORD. Life is not about being a dish cop; why can't these stupid Real World people ever realize that? Season after season, it's the same old bullshit. Flora and Melissa argue with Sarah (even though they're Dan's dishes in the sink), the patented Bunim-Murray Tense Guitars play, and we go to commercial.

Cynthia and Melissa are chilling on the couch. Cynthia shares, "I'm a minority everywhere I go. If I tried to take everyone to a ghetto-ass party, they wouldn't go. They don't want to be a minority!" Oh man, huge word to that. People are so scared of the unknown. And of black people. And also of poor people. Its not catching, rich folks! Swear to god. Melissa, a princess if I ever saw one, edges herself ever-so-slightly away at the mention of a "ghetto-ass party" and murmurs, "That's true, I never thought of it...." Yeah you did. Cough cough, "stolen wood"? Yeah you did.