Cast Blog: #RHONY

Pure Drama

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Pure Drama

Kelly reflects on the shocking conclusion of the NYC reunion.

Who starts the fights? I was asked to do this show for a reason. You may love me, you may hate me, or you may think I look like your cousin, but I've got you hooked. OOPS! I am a completely different housewife compared to these women, and that's OK. Honestly, I was always shocked at how they talk to each other; you can see it on my expression (maybe I should start getting Botox.) Reflecting back, I wish I had seen the first season, so I would have been prepared. I was totally unprepared for every situation, and you can see when I say with an expression of disbelief, "What?" But, I chose to take a great leap of faith and do something completely out of the box. Isn't it odd how I never comment on them? Doesn't it come across as strange that I don't ever say anything bad in any of my interviews? Yes, I drive a Dodge Ram, yes I am accomplished, and yes, I have been working since I was 16 years old. I am so proud of what I have done and where I come from. New York is far from Rockford, Illinois. I was raised by amazing parents and exposed to the best education in the country. If I learned one thing from my past it is: If it's good, it's good. There is no discussion or price point. That's what makes me fundamentally different, and that's why they get so angry.

Yes, Jill Zarin is my favorite housewife because she tries. She always tries to do her best, and I respect that. She did know that I had texted her at 9:45 on the night of the Halloween party. Watch the episode where I talk to her at Simon and Alex's house the night after the party. Gotcha, Jill!

I also sent each one of them a handwritten thank you note for making the effort to come to the Halloween party.

Bethenny is a reality TV show professional. This is her third season on a reality TV show. She knows what makes great reality TV, and she knows what will generate press for her. She fought with me, and was in magazines every week. Smart? Very. I asked Bethenny to go to a photography show, and she attacked me at a charity event because she cannot grasp that I have no idea who her photographer boyfriend is. What happened from there on is pure drama. She called me a name, and I will not stoop to her level. No one deserves to be spoken to like that. And I shouldn't have spoken to her at the Brass Monkey like I did. All of the toxic gossip really got to me, coupled with a harassing ex, trying to organize my children, and dealing with the illness of a friend, my driver, who has been with me since I was 23 and was incredibly ill due to cancer. It was touch and go with him every day this past fall. He passed before Thanksgiving, and was an unbelievable man who loved my children and me like we were his own. Bethenny continues to use the drama the show has created to sell her book, weeks after the show has closed. I can only wish her well.

As for LuAnn, do I turn my back on her at parties? Maybe, I wasn't paying attention. I really hate going to parties because I am usually by myself and I feel incredibly insecure being at a party alone. I run around the party as fast as I can, and leave as fast as I can. After ten years of being married, but living like a single mom and rearing my children alone, I honestly cannot wait to leave a party. I feel obligated to go. So, LuAnn, sometimes it's not about you.


As for charity events, I have been hosting and creating new kinds of charity events for the last ten years. I saw a lot of money go into the charity parties and not a lot go to the charities themselves. That is why I started writing the coffee table books. I knew that I could learn a lot about social history and also be able to give to the charities that mean so much to me. Yes, I got something out of it. I learned so much about America, The Hamptons, and the bikini. This charity, like every other episode, is an infomercial for all of these women, and it is frankly boring, because they don't teach you how they did it, they just show off. I hope next season the housewives will empower the viewer with how to rather than 'look at me.'

The show has been an amazing adventure, and I was exactly what the producers wanted. They wanted me to ignite the other women, and they got ignited. Oof.

I am proud to have been part of the Housewives brand, and I hope that next season we can build memories and friendships, not destroy them. I do go through life wearing rose-colored glasses. It is beautiful, filled with fun, and it is incredibly exciting and evocative. I am eager to show you every part of me. You may be surprised that what you see isn't what you get. I am incredibly insecure and unbelievably guarded. I am so flawed in so many ways, and I work tirelessly every day to overcome them. Maybe I have been hurt way too many times. I've had friends who were with me for all the wrong reasons. I had a lot more friends when I was married than I do today, if you know what I mean. Hopefully I will make a new friend out of one of the Housewives. But to me, a friend is someone who exhibits loyalty, is trustworthy, and who will be there for the good, bad, and the ugly. If any one of these women can take this challenge and demonstrate these qualities, I commend them. Game on. I hope the best woman wins. It will be interesting to see who she is.

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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