I usually can’t be bothered to read most of to the Bravo blogs because I am too busy writing my own. But for obvious reasons this week’s RHOBH has me dying to hear EVERYONE’S explanations. So please indulge me a few extra blogs on the topic. I was concerned before the season aired because I did not want to choose between Brandi, Lisa, and Yolanda as I knew we all would. I was terribly disappointed in the behavior of all three during this trip. Lisa was rude and dismissive to Kim and clearly from The Richards Sisters Publicity Tour 2013 their situation doesn’t improve. Ms. Vanderpump shows how a lady smoothes ruffled fan feathers in her blog. Yolanda explains why she supports Brandi, in a way that reflects well on her. And Joyce ever so kindly points out Yolanda’s shortcomings as a guest at someone’s vacation rental.
Oh dear! That is all I want to say really! Could we just leave it at that? How can I even begin to analyze or summarize this complicated web we are weaving?
We start with the degrading scene, talking about the various sexual antics these women get up to. I am not particularly interested in the two finger maneuver that will be explained in her book. After 31 years of marriage I probably have a few maneuvers of my own I could share.
Thank you, exactly why I chose not to blog about that scene.
It’s hard to understand this constant need to shock. Her admission of indulging in cocaine, nudity, of being choked? Calling yourself a whore? What message does that send?
One must remember that what we see will forever be documented. Provocative statements. Like you, I am witnessing for the first time, as obviously we have no knowledge of what has been shot. But with all that I have seen since, being called a bully by paparazzi in front of my children would rate pretty low on the totem pole.
I understood when Carlton and Kyle went shopping that Carlton wanted to clear up a few points. It was done in a logical passive way. I believe Kyle wanted to be friends with Carlton at that time, but it turns out to be a clash of personalities that never really progresses — in fact, it probably deteriorates. I have found Carlton to be a little eccentric but a kind,sweet girl with a love for spirituality. . .
When we arrived, it was well over 100 degrees, so when we collapsed onto the tiny bed after carrying heavy luggage, it was good enough. I knew from previous experience that I would be in the cupboard. It went without saying.
When Brandi made an idiotic remark at the pool, I was incredulous and embarrassed for her. Remarks like that are irresponsible. I do know she is not a racist, but I hope she cringes when she views it and learns to have a modicum of sense and sensitivity to other people’s feelings. I tried to laugh it off, knowing a remark that was so provocative was downright rude to our hostess. It’s particularly poignant this week, as we lay the iconic Nelson Mandela to rest — somebody who paved the way to eradicate ignorance like this.
I believe I was wrong in not standing up to Brandi and her drunken rants against Joyce. Most of Brandi’s barbs were, quite frankly, ridiculous. I don’t think Joyce for one minute needs to worry about resembling “a big fat pig!” It was a tenuous situation as I said, with Yolanda and Kyle once again disagreeing over whether she had spoken negatively behind my back — which you can decide as the viewer as we delve deeper into the relationships.
Joyce at that point was not somebody I was particularly fond of. I felt she had endeavored to create a problem over HairGate but as I explained in an earlier blog, what she was doing was trying to enlighten me that my friends were less than loyal. . .I chose to ignore her which was ultimately my downfall. Had I listened, I would’ve been more prepared for what was about to ensue in the upcoming weeks. I have since apologized to her, for sitting there and not coming to her defense.
Before dinner we all had cocktails outside, and I thought things were better. Brandi was talking about very private things that I won’t mention here because you should hear them from her the first time. Since she was being so open with such private matters, I thought we could move forward and have a beautiful dinner until Brandi decided to start calling me Jacqueline again, and it all went downhill from there. She was simply disrespectful!
Thank God I had a nice and sane girl next to me that defended me. This was the moment when I really thought Kyle was a good friend to me because that’s what friends do; they stand up for you and have your back when everyone else is trying to push you down, which is exactly why I tried to interfere when Brandi and Yolanda were ganging up on her. Kyle was almost crying, and Yolanda would NOT let go! Come on! If you are a “girl’s girl,” learn to agree to disagree. You DON’T need to beat someone until you make her cry! And FYI, it is BAD ETIQUETTE to tell your host to shut up.
I’d just like to toss in a little racist comment of my own here. Brandi better be damn glad she is getting Pageant Joyce rather that Puerto Rican Joyce. Because, I’m just guessing, but I bet Puerto Rican Joyce could give Brandi’s narrow behind a beat down like she cannot imagine.
The interaction between all seven of us at the dinner table was an absolute insult to the intelligence of women. Seeing a two-hour dinner condensed down to five minutes just makes things even worse. In my own defense, even if it did not look like it, I will and have always been supportive of celebrating women and their success. I definitely showed interest in Joyce’s new show Siberia and even tweeted about it.
Joyce is a gorgeous, smart, and bubbly beauty queen, but we have not had the opportunity to get to know each other. Prior to this trip, we met for a total of ten minutes, and I’ve never had an in-depth one-on-one conversation with her, so I was quite surprised to see her already so influenced by Kyle. I know we are living in Hollywood where relationships are built overnight, but it takes me personally more than ten minutes to get to know someone and trust their opinion. I might be old-fashioned (and according to Joyce an “old lady”) but in my heart, friendships and respect are earned over time.
But you had no problem after knowing someone for ten minutes telling them to shut up when your are, at least pretending to be, her guest.
When I first joined this group of women, I soon realized that her [Brandi’s] sometimes painfully honest truth was a characteristic quite rare here, so I gravitated towards her, because I am a creature that needs clarity. I would rather hear the truth than people playing nice to my face and then turning around and trash talking me like some of the usual suspects. Probably also an explanation of why Lisa and Brandi had been best friends for so long; a different but inseparable friendship I often admired.
During the first year of my battle with Lyme disease, Brandi was the ONLY person in this group that consistently and genuinely checked up on me, which says a lot about who she is as a person. For that, I love her and will always be grateful. With that said, I cannot control what comes out of Brandi’s mouth and I absolutely in no way, shape or form, condone Brandi’s behavior even though as a woman, I do have empathy for the heartbroken person that she is and feel it is my responsibility as a human being to stay engaged with her and to be a source of support. If I can only give her a glimmer of hope while she is going through her darkness, then that is enough for me. I might be ridiculed for being a friend to Brandi, but I honestly don’t care about fan votes or hate regarding this particular subject on social media. I ONLY care about going to sleep at night knowing I have done good and that I made a difference in someone’s life.
I broke my back giving birth to my son Anwar, lost my husband to infidelities, and battled severe depression all at the same time in 1999, so I know what it is like to be broken and down in a deep, dark hole while trying to keep it together to be a mother and raise children. Life did not give me that experience to now look down on Brandi and judge her for falling in a hole that I was once in.
Ah, I feel better about my love for Yolanda again after reading this.