Cast Blog: #RHONY

Make Mistakes, Move On

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

Make Mistakes, Move On

Jill talks about her new book, the Saks event, and has a special message for Bethenny.

 

My favorite scene tonight was with my mom and Lisa for the book cover shoot. It was a day we will all never forget. My dad was with us and it brought us all back to when we were little girls. We are a very close family but Gloria lives in Florida, Lisa is in Connecticut and I am in the city so we don't get to be together very often. The reason we did the book together was to share the experience we are about to embark on. We will be doing press and a book tour together for a few weeks. The cameras should be following us now! We are real and our roots are as deep as the bottom of the ocean. The book is about the advice our mother gave and gives us everyday and we wanted to share it with the world. Gloria definitely has a point of view, whether you agree or not, it is everything we believe in (most of the time!) We talk about friendship (yes, I talk about the housewives!) dating, marriage, parenting, health, beauty (many of you are curious about what I did since Season 1), family focus and much, much more.

I have a terrible memory and didn't really remember what I had said to Alex at the Ungaro show. When Alex told her version to Simon, it was a completely different version than what the viewer had just seen. I never mentioned her children's names, I never actually saw what her children did, and we were all being silly. It did come out like a dig and for that I have apologized. It wasn't nice. I am human and we have all said things to each other that we would love to put back in our mouths but I can't and you can't. All we can do is make a sincere apology and move on.

I have a very close relationship with Saks Fifth Avenue and have been a loyal customer for over 20 years. I have a personal shopper there, Avril on the 3rd floor, who sends me clothes that she thinks I would like and I return what I don't wear and don't like. Saks recently renovated their designer third floor in New York City. They had a private party to open the floor with all the designers and fashion leaders at a private dinner. I was honored to be included. I sat with Zac Pozen, Carolina Hererra, Anna Wintour and every designer represented on the floor. After that magical evening, I asked them if they would recreate the same party for my friends who also shop at Saks. I asked them to let us film it and they graciously agreed. I invited over 50 friends from all over the country, some of whom I have known since I was 5 years old. Nothing makes me happier then connecting people together. This was held in mid September and Bobby was just recently given the all clear. The dark cloud was lifted and I was trying to get out of a funk. Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" comes to mind?

 

The first time I saw the commercial where Ramona attacks Kelly about her "boob job" did not surprise me. Ramona wanted attention and I guess she got it in this episode. She picked on everyone and you even see a look in her eye for a moment when she must have been thinking, "Who's next?!" I thought to myself, "I guess the 'renewed' Ramona didn't last long!"

It is very hard for me to watch what happened nine months ago. In real life we live, make mistakes, learn from them, and move on. Reality shows memorialize every word and every "look" on your face and sometimes we would like to have taken it back the first time, and not relive it on television in front of all of you over and over again. But it is all worth it to have been able to write a book with Gloria and Lisa called "Secrets of a Jewish Mother" as a reference book of advice on everything for our children and our children's children. You can pre-order it online. Go to www.secretsofajewishmother.com to find your favorite bookseller.

Have a great weekend and see you all next Thursday night!

PS - To Bethenny and Jason
Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness. To a new beginning and a love to last forever. Congratulations, Jill, Bobby and Ally.

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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