Cast Blog: #RHONY

From Oranges to Apples!

OC's Tamra Barney takes a bite outta the big apple Housewives.

What's not to love about the New York Housewives? They speak their mind, they dress well, they have tons of money, jewels, drivers, vacation homes, high society parities and they know how to knock a bitch down if they have to. So far this season everyone is vacationing in the Hamptons and it looks like an amazing place to be. Jill starts the season by pissing off Simon and Alex by talking to a reporter — that's never good! But they made up at a party and everyone was fine. So far my favorite was the Tea party, I would much rather be around a bunch of handsome, fun, outgoing, well dressed gay men that won't hit on you then any other party in the world. And NO, I don't think anyone noticed you Bethenny. Simon and Alex go shopping and drop 8K, the ladies go surfing and B picks up the tab, Jill's Mom gives advice and Alex & Simon go to the spa. I don't know about you, but I couldn't get my Simon to go the spa to save my life.

They speak their mind, they dress well, they have tons of money, jewels, drivers, vacation homes, high society parities and they know how to knock a bitch down if they have to.

I was a little surprised to see Alex and Simon (aka SILAX) there. I think they said last season that they did not like the Hamptons, I might be wrong? I am not a snob by any means and would be happy to stay in the house they rented. But I could not help thinking it looked a lot like the house in the Amityville Horror movie. I thought maybe they took the wrong turn on the Long Island expressway and ended up at 112 Ocean Ave? These two really confuse me, I don't know if I like them or I need to take a shower after watching them. I love the fact that they are SO IN LOVE that they are starting to look like each other and their boys are simple adorable. But why do they have to keep reminding us that St. Barts is so much better then the Hamptons? I was glad to see they got some alone time at the beach. The viewers got to see and hear Simon talk about his package in his Speedo, and the following week we got to see him almost naked, nipple hair and all. These two are pretty entertaining and the show would not be the same with out them.

Jill's house is beautiful and what a great friend to let Bethenny stay with her all summer. Jill just cracks me up how she needs to know everything before it even happens - I think everyone has a friend or relative like that. When I think of Jill the first thing that comes to mind is: HI, I'M JILL ZARIN WITH ZARIN FABRICS...over and over again. Last week I lost count of how many times she actually said it. Jill is always dressed to the nines, jewels and all. How cute was she on the beach with 30,000 dollars worth of jewelry on while taking pictures of the girls surfing? She is definitely the mommy of the group. Was I seeing things or was Jill wearing a "Team Jill" t-shirt? Boy, that girl is working it at all times. YOU TOO CAN BUY ONE at or go to or maybe even! Gotta love her desire to make a buck!

YOU TOO CAN BUY ONE at or go to or maybe even! Gotta love her desire to make a buck!

Bethenny, Bethenny, Bethenny we know Bethenny bakes but does Bethenny eat? You look great girl and amazingly skinny. If anyone can rock a bikini that girl I spy new breast implants? I have started a list of Bethenny's one-liners and I will share them at the end of the season. Bethenny seems to have a positive attitude at all times and she keeps things real. I think that's a great quality and probably the reason she is so successful. It was sad to see that she had broken up with Jason. I met him once and he seemed to be a great guy. But I know very well it is hard to blend families, especially if one does not have kids of their own. I think Jill's mom gave Bethenny great advice, but I have a feeling that Lady B doesn't need help meeting men at all!

Ramona reminds me of myself, I think she means well but suffers from brutal honesty and diarrhea of the mouth. So far she has been pretty mild compared to last year, but I bet the REAL RAMONA will be stepping out soon. You GO Ramona! Avery has really grown up in a year and I am sorry to hear that she has juvenile rheumatory arthritis. I too hope she grows out of it. It is hard to see your child sick and in pain. My heart goes out to her.

Does it really matter if the pizza guy knows you are a countess?

Luann is starting to drive me crazy and that's a short trip. I personally don't get the whole "I'm a countess" attitude. Does it really matter if the pizza guy knows you are a countess? She spends so much time worrying about how people address her she should wear a name tag. She seems like she worries about it more then "The Count" himself? Simon asked me "Did he buy his title, because they sure act like it." The dog party was cute, but do people really do that? I am sorry to hear about her father and can't imagine losing a parent. I loved how she went up and told everyone to be quiet. I HATE when people are talking while they should be listening — IT IS SO RUDE!

Kelly, hmmmm, not sure about her yet. We know she's tall, pretty, rides horses and is a model, but not much more then that. For being the new girl they sure don't show very much of her. There is a lot of mystery there for some reason. Was she a rotten little apple and didn't let them film her that much? Can't wait to see more of her.

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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