Outside, Whitney has to scream to get A-holette to stop and talk to her. Whitney apologizes for Kelly's gauche behavior and basically explains that she has some form of Asperger's, or at least is missing a vital part of her frontal cortex. A-holette emits a slew of curse words as they teeter down the street. I actually feel kind of bad for A-holette, because her brains aren't quite as sharp as her pelvic bones, if you know what I mean... Still, she kind of asked for it by arrogantly challenging Kelly. That's like covering your hand in honey and being stunned when bees swarm. Commercials.
The next morning at Erin's apartment, JR puts on his shirt as Erin has her morning tea. A-woo-woo! They both "had a great time last night" and will "be in touch." Booty call, bitches. He heads out, and I half-expect her to pull a rom-com move and start jumping up and down and squealing before he even got out the door. But I am sorely disappointed.
Later, she has made her way over to Whitney's apartment, as has A-holette. As Skeletrix makes her way up the Wonkavator, Whitney acts sad that A-holette has to endure this life-changing stress in the midst of her "relationship hiccup." Understatement of the year! Erin, in her post-coital bliss, totally blows over the A-holette drama (can you blame her?) and starts talking about JR, who she claims is the "love of her life." She dates herself by saying that they went out in high school. I swear, every week on this show is like the last scene of Lord of the Flies. It's so easy to forget that they're kids.
A-holette enters. They immediately ask her how she is, like, someone just died or something. Whitney even goes so far as to say she has thick skin. Oh, Jesus. She's a model, and someone called her skinny. Shouldn't that be a compliment -- even more so if the skinniness is considered extreme? That's like, the pinnacle of model-iness, yes? A-holette basically reinforces this notion but still mopes all defensively for a little while longer. If there were a joke about this room, I suspect it would include the phrase "How many attention whores does it take to screw in a light bulb?"