As our country eagerly awaits notfication from judicious Tyra of its next top model, the lanky young hopefuls continue their battery of challenging tests. This week, they must enter the wrestling ring for a shoot that involves outrageous hair and makeup, towering stiletto heels and the ability to perform a little rope-a-dope while all gussied up. And persnickety, finely cosmeticized judge Jay Manuel is bringing his harsh.
Au contraire, dear sir. Lexi is relating the emotion of what the hell am I doing in this freak show and by the way you're wearing lipstick dude! perfectly.