Cast Blog: #RHONY

You're Embarrassing Me

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

You're Embarrassing Me

Kelly wonders why the wives can't behave during fashion shows.

 

I have been lucky enough to have been invited to fashion shows and to walk in fashion shows for many years. The women not only get to sit in the front row, which is meant for celebrities, editors, and A-listers, but also get to go backstage which is strictly for REAL celebrities only. Now, because of filming, reality TV stars are sitting in the front row and taking seats away from the industry people and the attention away from the artistry of the show, and demeaning it with grade school banter. This is not normal behavior, and I have never seen people fight in the front row of a fashion show in my life except for when I started filming The Real Housewives of New York City. Lisa Rinna has been a friend for a long time. I do not make a practice of getting into other people's business so I switched seats to sit closer to Lisa. This craziness is a constant. Some of these women never went to fashion shows and parties before the show, so they are acting up. It's fun to watch, but awkward to experience.

I ran into Ramona at another fashion show. We were both invited to attend for the show. Ramona brought her daughter, who was so excited about attending her first fashion show. I wish you could have seen the scene where Avery tells me how she made her outfit. Ramona didn't invite me to her party over Labor Day, which was fine with me. I didn't see a reason why she would. We only filmed a little bit, and we are merely work acquaintances. I was taking Jill to Perez Hilton's party and after Ramona insinuated that I wasn't going to invite her, I did. Why not? I don't spend any time with these women outside the show, and I really try to make an effort to be real while we are filming. If they want to be in negative town and constantly try to demean what I am doing (i.e. Richard Meier's model museum, where I was horrified when Ramona told the curator about Meier) that's their game. Life is too short. I took Ramona to the party, and she put her daughter into a taxi alone. My heart sank.

I then was invited to a drink launch. I have known Robert Verdi for a long time. I used to go on his show when he was on E! all the time as a fashion expert. I came to show my support, and to give Bethenny a chance, which she so desperately pointed out that I never gave her. I don't get why these women are obsessed with what I think and do. Regardless, I made an effort, got dressed up, and went. I am honestly not a big drinker. I worked my way through college and never had those wild, raging twenties, and I was having babies in my thirties. So, the way I live my life is totally different than most women. And as a workaholic and single parent, I would never drink alcohol during the day if I was going to be with my girls. I took a sip, and the first taste was so strong and then very watery. It's not my taste, however I do admire Bethenny for trying to build a brand.

Jill Zarin had a dinner at SAKS. Everyone knows I love SAKS. The WEAR campaign I styled and modeled for last year did very well, and I was very proud to have helped launch it. I have been shopping at SAKS since I was a little girl with my mother. It was such a wonderful party and I was so proud of Jill. She has incredible and dynamic friends, whom she has known forever, and I was flattered to be seated next to her. I had asked Jill before if I could leave early because I wanted to go to the U2 concert. She was so gracious and sweet about it. When I saw Ramona she had already been drinking. She thinks she's Judge Judy when she drinks, which is hilarious. She then leaned over and asked me an inappropriate question. I hope that she puts the wine down, and starts to enjoy the moment she's in. She's missing out on life.

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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