Cast Blog: #RHONY

Ridiculous Excuses

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

Ridiculous Excuses

Ramona talks about the Hamptons party debacle, her unlikely friendship with Alex, and more!

OMG I cannot believe I used the S word! I had no idea that LuAnn was there when Jill had me on speakerphone (as she never told me!) Even so, it was not nice of me and I have to own it. My conversation with Jill was actually about a half hour on the phone. She got me sooo upset at the end I just lost it. I did not realize I said all that stuff until the episode aired. Imagine my shock!

LuAnn originally was going to host the lunch at her home for everyone. When I called to invite her on the boat she said she wanted to go to all these parties that weekend and did not have time to host, so she was going to cancel the lunch. "And besides," LuAnn said, "I really do not want to have Alex and Simon at my home." I graciously told her, "No worries, I will do the lunch at my home." (Never once on the phone did LuAnn mention she was upset with Mario.) It was a very small group and since Bethenny and Kelly were clashing I thought it best not to invite her. Besides, I wanted to get Jill and Bethenny together to make peace. I thought with their men at their sides and only a few friends, there would be a good buffer and they could resolve their problems.

I am getting stressed just writing about this. For Jill to say she could not leave LuAnn alone was the lamest, BS excuse I have ever heard!! Just the night before Jill and I attended a party in Southampton for the entire evening. And guess who she came without?! LuAnn! So now, she cannot come to my house without LuAnn. This really made me angry, because Jill was obviously giving a ridiculous excuse as to why she could not come to my party.

On top of all of this, Jill and LuAnn wanted to invite Simon and Alex over. They were my guests! LuAnn not only canceled her party with only four days notice on a holiday weekend, but now she wanted to invite people she had earlier revealed to me she did not want at her house?!

 

I really felt like it was the yacht all over again. Why are Jill and LuAnn trying to ruin my gathering at my home so soon after attempting to ruin our day on the boat? What is wrong with these ladies?!

On a nicer note, it was great to see Bethenny and to get to know Jason better. He is really good for her. He gets her and he has so much patience, warmth, and understanding. I see a warmer side of Bethenny come out when she is around him. And for all you women out there: YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL!!!

I am living proof that you can have a fabulous marriage, a fantastic daughter, genuine friends, and lots of success with business. That never stopped from the day I married Mario. So I think Bethenny is great enough to have it all too. If your heart is in the right place, all of your dreams can come true!!!

Can anyone believe how friendly I have become with Alex?!?! I find myself being more friendly with Simon because I really enjoy Alex’s company. What a huge change from last season!

To find jewelry I wore on this episode including the Apple Quartz Deco earrings, necklace and bracelet, check out my Ramona Singer Jewelry for HSN here and my True Faith Jewelry here. To learn more about me, subscribe to my blog and to join my Facebook and Twitter pages, check out www.RamonaSinger.com.

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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