Cast Blog: #RHONY

Pet Peeves

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

Pet Peeves

Is the Countess the authority on etiquette? Ramona's not so sure.

Eventually I would like to write a book. I have gotten numerous emails with questions from so many people on how to start and be successful in business. Also people have wanted to know how I stay in shape, especially after the surf scene when Jill commented on how nothing was going south. Also I'm asked how I keep my skin so youthful looking. Having great skin means skin care products, which I have now developed. I am working on distribution, but until then it is available through Tru Renewal at

I think LuAnn likes to think she is an etiquette expert. But in this recent episode, she was chewing, or should I say chomping food and talking at the same time. Does everyone remember that at the Hampton Classic she was telling her daughter and other young ladies that her pet peeve was watching the way Victoria chews her food?! What about at the charity event in the Hamptons when she got up and made a fuss for everyone to be quiet, yet she sat back down and kept talking!

I am really not a big shopper and I was very upset that they stated retail prices on the screen. I have worked very hard for everything I have and I have never flaunted it or bragged about material things. I never take for granted anything I have, as I grew up very simple. What is most important to me is my family, friends, and health. When Avery put on those high boots and was taller than me, I choked up. Yes I know my Avery will fly from the roost, but it seems as if it is going way too fast for me. As I am writing this my eyes are welling up with tears. I love her so much and wish time could be frozen, or at the very least go slower. I am going to have a very, very difficult time when she goes to college.

For those of you wondering, my daughter and I were shopping at Steven Dann. It's a fabulous shoe store with amazing selection and service. Please go to to see their fantastic collection of shoes and bags.

That is why when LuAnn told me she was sending her daughter to boarding school I reacted the way I did - it struck a chord. I thought it was very telling in the scene with LuAnn and her daughter their last afternoon before Victoria was going away. LuAnn asked Victoria if she would miss her, yet we never heard LuAnn say a word about how much she would miss her daughter. LuAnn never mentioned how difficult it would be to no longer have her daughter around. Yes, she did say it would be a good opportunity for Victoria, but why was she not expressing her love for her? Even more telling about her relationships with her children is that she had no idea that their pets died. There was a burial and grave for the hamster with a beautiful wood cross on top, yet LuAnn had no idea?

If you are a woman who wants to be a homemaker fine, if you are a career person fine, you want a man who loves you for you - strong or weak, tall or short, career or no career.

My dating advice is to be yourself. I think it always important in a relationship to be yourself. If you pretend to be someone you are not, it will just catch up to you in the long run. Deceiving others will only backfire on you. You will have wasted a lot of time and time is precious, especially if you want to find that special someone. If you are a woman who wants to be a homemaker fine, if you are a career person fine, you want a man who loves you for you - strong or weak, tall or short, career or no career.

When Kelly asked me if I was friends with Jill and Bobby, it obviously took me a few seconds to answer because at that time we were friends but not good friends, and I do not like to BS. To me a good friend is someone you can count on, ask for advice and you know will be there for you. Jill at that time was not that type of friend to me. We were friendly, social friends. Our relationship has evolved since then and I now proud to say Jill is a GOOD friend. We still have our disagreements from time to time, but there is so much more depth now to our friendship.

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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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