Caroline Manzo

Caroline explains why she rather be a bully than a coward.

on May 24, 2010


OK, let's talk about the charity event at The Brownstone. First and foremost, please understand that this is an event that The Brownstone has catered for at least ten years. Imagine my surprise to find out that Danielle was to attend! I’ve never seen her at a charity event in the past, so naturally, my hackles went up. I’m not proud of my reaction, I have to be honest, but I just didn’t get it, something just didn’t seem right. Maybe I’m paranoid, maybe I’m just being a bitch, I guess we’ll have to see how this plays out. One favor, stick with me on this one. If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong, let’s see what the next couple of episodes reveal.

Ummm, Danny? Danny who? I was shocked, appalled, mortified, and disgusted as I watched that scene. Body guards? What??? For the record, I’ve never, ever, in my life threatened Danielle Staub or anyone else for that matter. Actually, this is the first and only time that I’ve ever confronted anyone at this level. It doesn’t make me happy, and it isn’t something I gloat about. There are times in life when you just have to deal with situations in a manner that is so out of the normal realm of your world. This is that moment for me. Once again, I would rather be thought of as a bully than a coward. The only thing I fear from this Danny person (who by the way, neither I, nor anyone in my family have ever seen him or heard of him before) is his circa 1974 feather haircut. This should be interesting, watch along with me, and tell me what you think.

Dina and her meeting at Jacqueline’s house. Pleaseeee, leave me alone! I was at home, minding my business, when I got a call to report to Jacqueline’s. First of all, I meant what I said, if Dina wants to have closure from Danielle it has to come from Dina, no one else!!! Then I'm told I'm crazy, OK, I’m crazy, guess what? We’ll see who’s crazy when you make an attempt to have a conversation where you tell someone that even though I don’t have a problem with you, I don’t want any part of you. Why bother? You know how it’s going to end. Save yourself the aggravation. Why is it I always get in trouble when giving advice? Guess what, then DON’T ASK. Don’t call me. If someone thinks enough of my opinion, the least I can do is tell the truth, I owe them that much. Wouldn’t you agree?