"Stylista": Megan meets her match?

It's the second week of the CW's "Stylista" and it's time to choose sides.

Are you a Meganite or an Ashlienian?

Last week, Megan was the mean girl, taking an instant (though understandable) dislike of Kate, plotting Kate's demise, and touting herself as the only one with any sense, fashion or otherwise.

Indeed, Megan picked up where the show left off last week, by yelling at Kate for tearing down her roommates in front of the judges, when they told her she had to stop dressing like Pamela Anderson.

As Dyshaun put it: "You have the whole house divided. You and your white shoes better watch out."

Kate, secure in her God-given right to assert her bustiness, seemed to take the tongue lashing in stride. But later, when the gang decided to talk it out at a house meeting, Cologne found Kate crying on the bathroom floor, devastated by Megan's cruelness.

Cologne peeled her off said floor, brought Kate to the meeting, where Kate reinserted her backbone and told Megan she would not allow her to squish her and make her that miserable again.

Megan pleaded innocent; why was Kate focusing on her, she wondered aloud. That response foreshadowed her weakness: Megan can dish, but can not take.

The gang's first challenge involved Elle's closet, packed with fashionable things from photo shoots. The dedicated fashion lover would be reminded of the "Sex and the City" episode when Carrie gets into the Vogue closet, except the Elle closet doesn't seem as magical, which once again makes it seem like the producers really wanted Vogue, but Vogue said no, so they settled for Elle and now they are trying to make Elle more Vogue-like. And failing. It's so Beyonce-Solange.

Anyway, the task was to dress a mannequin in items that showed knowledge of specific fashion terms, including funnel neck, darts, pin tucking, and empire waist, uh, I mean, em-PEER waist.

Anne Slowey, in a dress that made her look like she had a second stomach, judged the mannequins. Jason, who calls himself an aspring fashion designer, didn't know what any of the terms meant. Neither did most of the others, despite the fact that they were given a fashion dictionary and could look the words up.

Dear sweet Kate could not even get her mannequin to stand up straight. "It looks like it was dressed on crack," Anne said.

Only Megan and Ashlie aced it. Megan won on style, which meant she got to put together the teams for the next challenge. That challenge was to go to Chinatown and find a hidden gem, something unique, that Elle readers could apply to their lifestyles and an item with an interesting story.

Megan, as smart as she is mean, identified Ashlie as a threat and so put her with Kate and Devin, the two weakest players. For her own team, she chose Johanna, who speaks Chinese; Dyshaun, her henchman; and Jason, who she thought would be weak and thus, if the team lost, could be an easy target for elimination.

And sure enough, during the entire task Jason is marginalized by the team. His role: shut up and take pictures. By the end of the day, he breaks out in an unnamed itchy rash. Hives, I'd say.

Back at the loft, Megan and Ashlie begin their battle. Although Ashlie has expressed a belief in karma, she seems to think karma is working too slow. She decides to be as mean to Megan as Megan has been to Kate. Megan is astonished; she has no idea why Ashlie sees her this way. Ashlie, though, seems unsure of what position Megan plays in the rungs of evil, calling her both Rosemary's baby and Satan's footmaid.

Later, as they all prepare their presentations, Jason fulfills his role as weakest link by having a panic attack and going to the hospital. But he's bound and determined to speak before Anne. He will be back!

And he is. Sadly, though, he ends up on the chopping block. His photos are awful. Joining him is henchman Dyshaun, who mixed up a caption. But it's Jason who goes home. Ashlie remains, but otherwise, Megan's plan has worked, which makes the devil's minion/family thing sorta plausible.