Cast Blog: #RHONY

Seriously?

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

Seriously?

Kelly talks about what she's looking for in a man and shares her reaction to Jill's email.

 

Playboy magazine wanted to interview and photograph me. In addition to amazing pictures, Playboy is known for their articles. Hugh Hefner is a pioneer in the magazine world. He had a brilliant idea, why not add provocative images and evocative text? I was not only flattered to be photographed for Playboy, but I was even more flattered to have an article written, which sometimes ensures that the story will run and may be the feature. I met the writer at the restaurant Cafe Select and was shocked at how handsome he was. I barely gave him any information because I was so charmed by him, and honestly more interested in him than in the questions he was asking me. We never went on a date because I don't like to mix business and pleasure, and I make a concerted effort to keep my personal life personal. One may argue, then why I am on a reality show? This show is not about my life, it's about different women in New York and how their lives intersect. One day you may see my real life. You would be shocked at how much it mirrors your own.

Dating for me has always been really hard. I am incredibly shy and honestly insecure. I have a lot of male friends, but I had also been in a relationship since my mid twenties through my thirties, so I am not very proficient in the world of dating, and I am definitely not dating savvy. I am real, I don't play any games, and therefore I get my feelings hurt a lot. Regardless, I would rather not be bulletproof and welcome every moment. I have the worst radar, or so my friends tell me. I admire smart men who act like men. I am looking for someone like my father who is well educated, well mannered, and curious. I don't need a playmate. I would like him to do well, and I'd like him to let me do well, so we can do "us" well. I have two beautiful girls who deserve an amazing man in their life. I am looking for someone who wants to share and celebrate the life I have worked so hard to build. I want Chapter 2 with family and love. Everyone deserves to be loved.

Ally's photo shoot for Seventeen Magazine was so much fun. I was so flattered that Jill invited me to come and watch Ally model. It was so sweet to see Jill interact with Ally. Jill is an amazing mother and she is so excited for Ally. I was excited for Ally! The pictures looked great, and Ally was proud. Job well done.

 

I was flattered to be at the Brooklyn Fashion Week meeting. I started ELLE Accessories and judged the work of students graduating from the PARSONS School of Design many times with Tim Gunn. I admire young designers for their creativity and confidence to do what they love. Bethenny brought up the Daily News article. None of us wanted to give it oxygen, because Bethenny is infamous for putting herself in the press and giving slanderous articles to gossip reporters. I had to endure her press smackdown all last year, and it seriously affected my reputation and my children. I will never forgive or forget what she did to defame my reputation or hurt my children. Gossip is ugly. I needed to clear up the "I'm up here" statement I made last year for the viewers, because it was clearly misinterpreted. A lot of times when I am around Bethenny I feel like Crystal Carrington. She needs drama to stay alive on the show, starts fires, and then becomes the victim. I like to foster and hone creative ideas, not start fires or placate victims. The drama bores me.

When I got Jill's email, I was disappointed. I have been trying to make an effort with all of these women. I understand that Bethenny and Jill are both upset about their friendship, but it's their friendship. I am not known for being an intermeddler. I will continue to be polite to Bethenny until she proves me wrong. And I will continue to be friends Jill until she proves me wrong. Life is too short. We are all so lucky. Stay real, and tweet me anytime @kikilet. I prefer your impressions to mine.

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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