Like every Housewife in every city, I think filming the reunion is one of the worst parts of our job. It's a long, long day, it always gets ugly, it's hard to sit through and even harder to watch. At least this year I knew what I was walking into: I knew the other cast members, even my family, were going to band together to bash me. Last year was a total shock. This year was just sickening and sad.
I think one big difference between New Jersey and the other cities though is that most of the women on our show prepare for weeks for the ambush. They write little notes and look over every little thing I ever wrote. They're so desperate to make me look bad. Here's the thing: I don't care. I know who I am and I don't need to prove it to any of them. And I'm certainly not going to waste my off-camera, family time looking up words in the dictionary and making obsessive lists about them. For one, I'm not obsessed with any of them. If none of them had showed up at the Borgata, I think me and Andy could have still filmed a good show. For two, I'm not desperate to prove them all wrong, because they prove it all by themselves in every blog and every interview. I don't have to dig all the way down to vocabulary words (and PS for the millionth time: spell check! It's not hard!) because I've got nothing else. Their lies and contradictions are right there in black-and-white and there are far too many to list!
I do never know what crazy angle the other women are going to take at me, so my strategy is to sit there and be as calm and mature as I can. As calm and mature as anyone can filming all day with 10 people coming at you! I'm not an actress, I don't practice in the mirror at night, so my reaction isn't always perfect. But I'm not perfect. I'm just me.