Carlton Gebbia is taking to her Bravo Blog this week to share her distaste for Kyle Richards and Joyce Giraud. Carlton also reveals more about her mysterious faith, her thoughts on what the other women said about her religion in their interviews and explains the story behind her tattoos.
Carlton writes, “I received an invite fromÂ KyleÂ to meet, which I thought would be a perfect one-on-one opportunity to clear the air between us since we were going to be trapped in Palm Springs with one another. Maybe we could just put this BS behind us, Yeah. . .no. Best laid plans and all that!
My intention was to be completely upfront and honest with her, letting her know the issues I’ve had and hopefully we could move foreword from this point. To clear the air so to speak, like big girls do. Unfortunately when you deal with a personality such as this one, it’s a losing battle. On one hand she’s agreeing with me and saying she’s glad I told her about my issues. Kyle said that she wished the other girls had done this — as maybe there wouldn’t be so many problems. And just as I think this really uncomfortable and awkward meeting may work out positively — then right in mid-sentence again, she turns on her heels or flats and walks away! Brilliant. Oh Kylie, you say “t–s on an ant,” I say you’re a rude t—ed ant.
Oh and the “So overwhelmed that day, had no help, didn’t have a babysitter” that’s f—-ing hysterical. . .Hello food delivery for four, saw no child, and we set up your table! Nope just rude. At some point you just have to say “F— it, I give up.” She just can’t help herself, she’s passive aggressive, prejudiced, and still offensive, no matter how hard I’ve tried to like her. . .Oh well No Team Kyle for me, packing away me pom poms.
I did have a really fun trip driving down withÂ LisaÂ to Palm Springs she’s extremely witty and interesting.Â YolandaÂ andÂ BrandiÂ called us tying to think of a nickname for me as Lisa’s was Pinky. Yolanda came up with “Blackie,” which I immediately loved! My husband’s Sicilian Grandfather Salvatore’s nickname was “Blackie.” He passed away, but had a full head of black hair. A gorgeous and amazing man who I loved, so it was a wonderful term of endearment for me!
Oh and yes the kiss — rather yummy, but oh please, moving on.
But then Brandi makes the fatal mistake of callingÂ JoyceÂ “Jacqueline.” OMG! Suddenly Joyce gets stuck in this obsessed repeat mode of her name, saying it over and over again, “Joyce, Joyce, Joyce” as if it may sound different if she keeps repeating it in this strange robotic-like state. I couldn’t help but hold my breath in sheer anticipation, until she suddenly snapped out of it. Thank f—ing god! She is human.
I do have tattoos and I love all six of them. They are personal and spiritual to me representing my faith, my soulmate, and my children. Thankfully no drunk ones yet! But whether or not you like tattoos they are an art form. A lot of these tattooists are true artists; some fine artists in every sense of the word. I love seeing them on my body. They make me smile.
Which leads me to being asked about my faith in the pool. . .Fan-f—ing-Tastic! Nothing like being put on the spot. I was surprised that Kyle seemed to notice the little one on my foot, which is of a pentagram. I am incredibly hesitant to talk to a couple of these girls about what I believe in. I’m certainly not seeking their approval, as they don’t need mine for their religious choices either — which is the obvious reason why one shouldn’t discuss religion or politics. However I am urged to. Up until this journey ofÂ RHOBH,Â I never discussed my faith with strangers, and only my inner circle knew of my beliefs. This is largely due to my experience growing up and constantly having to defend it because people feared or didn’t understand it.
I’ve been asked to clarify a little more about what my faith is. I am a Pagan. My religion is Wicca, which is a positive nature based faith and I am a solitary practitioner. As I’ve said before there is no one true definition of my faith and I’ve never professed to be an authority. But I practice what works for me and I most certainly don’t feel the need to justify it. I am not here to convert, recruit, or change anyone’s religious or spiritual beliefs. There are a few girls here who genuinely do have a curiosity. I was asked a question and I answered with what I was comfortable with sharing at that time. If I sense it’s coming from a genuine place of interest, then my answers will often be more in-depth. But if I sense it’s not and I’m dealing with pre-judgements, then I will answer more one-dimensionally because I refuse to unveil and share something so sacred to me.
Oh and then there’s Joyce with her clueless quote “I have a god that is so much more powerful than any witch in the world.” Wow! You have just insulted and dismissed an organized religion where by hundreds of thousands of people all over the world are practicing Pagans and Wiccans. A religion that is recognized in the United States Military. This is by the far one of the most ignorant and prejudice statements I’ve ever heard from someone I unfortunately know. Sadly there will always be religious bigotry and intolerance. But you Miss Puerto Rico should know better. Sometimes you just can’t educate ignorance. Shockingly disrespectful by someone who just recklessly threw out the race card.
So she doesn’t want to get her hair wet in the four foot deep pool and then Kyle starts in with her way too casual utterance of irresponsible labeling. Again, “peer pressure.” Give me a f—ing break. . .Not even close! How many labels does this one have under her girdle? so far I’ve heard “bullying,” “ganged up on,” and “peer pressure.” There does seem to be a pattern: Labels associated with teenagers in high school, who seriously have endured the severity of those name. But I don’t think she knows shes not a teenager.
Oh and the dinner from hell was soooo fun! More labels, this time Joyce uses “bullying” referring to Brandi teasing her with the wrong name. This is bloody exhausting! If as adults we constantly reverted back to childhood memories of bad name calling we’d never get out of bed! These adults and their diluted labels. Oh and yes there was that wonderful welcoming toast as host to her dinner. . .I mean Joyce toasting herself. . . Crickets! God this is an evening that will not DIE!”
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