Kind of makes you wonder how any of them ever manage to fill out the application, doesn't it?
The editing laid out an interesting storyline for Caite last night. We were initially supposed to feel sorry for her, and every shot did its best to pull that off. See the Brothers Drama identifying her right away -- not the world's most casual trick -- and immediately remembering just what it is she's famous for. Listen as they throw the audio queue in the faces of every other team. Feel the pain of someone whose entire life has been defined by one major slip in front of the public eye, one which no one will ever let her forget about -- and every person who decides that's all she is ignores the possibility of her becoming anything more. She might have tried to leave the country just to get some peace, and guess what? Her mistake followed her. That's not an easy life.
And then, once you're done with all that, witness the possibility that she may be exactly that stupid and deserves everything she gets. 'We're really in second!' Right. Second place often comes with a parade of teams passing you because you and your IQ dragline boyfriend couldn't be bothered with the simple little detail of reading. the. bloody. clue. And if you somehow survive all the way to the end and reach the final mat with a similar error to present, Phil will still totally give you the million dollars once the other two teams check in before you.
But at least she's traveling near the only biped ('cause 'human' is granting too much sentience) on the planet who could read her map and find The Iraq, although she'd spend a few minutes confusing it with The Chile, which looks just like That China, which she would then try to register a pattern for at Blockbuster, which has movies about it so has to sell the real thing once in a while. Is this your first encounter with Jordan? If so, be warned: it doesn't get any better, it always hurts just that much, and she never, never improves. The woman has exactly one functional brain cell ans it keeps lapsing into a loneliness coma. We'll have a thread on this shortly, but for now just take the evidence of her prior show to mean we are looking at someone who can only tell two modes of time: day and night. And if you start turning the lights on and off, there goes her whole world. (Jeff isn't exactly an improvement, but he still blames Michelle for that.)
Not that I want to neglect our other geographic dimbulbs. Jet and Cord, huh? How about Rip and Cord, which is what you'd tear off your parachute and freefall to your death before ever letting either of them manage your money. 'We're traveling to Chile? Let's get some South American money! It's South America, so all those places down there must just be their idea of different states. One bill for one, one bill for all! Hey, they let you spend a Georgia quarter in New York, don't they?' That sport of theirs isn't exactly played with a helmet, is it?
The new casting ideal is Dandrew. Worry.
At least Samboohoo will be happy.