Cast Blog: #RHONY

Emotionally Spent

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

Emotionally Spent

Sonja talks Jill's surprise entrance, recovering from vacation, and her charity event!

 

Hello Viewers!

Boy, things are coming to a boil! I could really use a Chicken Parm with extra cheese today. Right out of the toaster oven. Yesterday we filmed the reunion. Holy sweat box! Nine hours of hot lamps and hot topics. I thought Andy Cohen would run around in his boxers after they finished shooting.

OK, Episode 13. What did the cat drag in at breakfast? Four left over shells of women who usually lap up the drama. We had met our match. We were emotionally exhausted and it shows on our faces. No one slept the night before with what had transpired. Everyone locked their doors, including Kelly! Ramona offered me to sleep with her, but I don't wake as early as Ramona, so opted to sleep alone.

So I arranged badly needed manicures, pedicures, and massages together. We really deserved them. We were taping a lot and that is tiring, believe this old lady. Especially for the newbie! I want to be natural, give my best, but at the same time keep up with the drama. Yikes!

Finally after discovering Kelly has left, and we can relax, in walks Jill. Nothing against Jill, except I knew Bethenny didn't want to deal with this confrontation. Alex was upset with Jill as well, and Ramona as a hostess was strapped at this point! Ramona did harbor resentment towards Jill already since she wouldn't come for the full trip. As you know, Ramona felt Jill didn't want to come because it wasn't Jill's trip.

 

 

Ramona doesn't like surprises and what adult does? I said to Jill, this is not a 6 year old's birthday party where you show up and say, "Surprise! I am all the sudden over the mumps so I came!" We all left our families and lives behind to go on the trip to support Ramona and to bond. We had the turmoil with Kelly and then we're supposed to believe that Jill thought she could just show up to this Mexican stand off and "there would be peace and everybody would be happy"? If Jill wanted to make a splash, she sure did. I felt her pain and felt very sorry for her, though I was glad she left. I say this selfishly, of course. I really wanted to relax for a second! LuAnn's premonition to Jill turned out to be right.

Bethenny, Ramona, Alex and I had a wonderful time bonding after the Jill and Kelly episodes were over. Honestly, for reality TV I think some of the things that come out of our mouths is ridiculous enough, or funny enough to make the audience spit their wine out with a belly laugh. That includes what came out of Ramona's mouth when she choked on her fishbone. How scary was that? I really do imagine the worse, so when it happens I am ready. I was happy when Bethenny opened the conversation with some lighthearted sex talk. I thought Ramona was going to die, and Alex rolled with it, though she may have been uncomfortable. When we got to the handcuffs, Ramona really showed what a prude she is. I always wonder if Kelly is really the wild one since she protests the loudest!

Ramona and I went to FIT so we enjoyed making the toilet paper dresses. We consider ourselves fashionistas and really had a good time.

Kelly continued to be misunderstood by the ladies. As a group we were dumbfounded and just wanted to know WHY? Kelly, WHY? Welcome to 2010 - a one night stand does not a H#@$G make. I do, however, respect her decision to not have them.

LuAnn wanted to know if her name came up on vacation and it didn't. There really wasn't any gossiping about the others. There was no "bullying." We were trying to enjoy the beautiful surroundings while taping. Already a daunting task.

 

 

My charity event for Blerancourt was beautiful with an impressive turnout. The Cipriani family was so nice and generous to donate the army of servers, food, wine, and champagne! Thank you Sergio Vacca for coming to make sure everything went perfectly.

Only 15 minutes into the party, Housewives drama began to unfold upstairs. I wanted to make it clear to LuAnn that we were not picking on Kelly. I told the girls I had to go downstairs to the guests. We made sure the guests had drinks and then asked them shortly thereafter to bid on pricey paintings! We sold several Brian Farrell paintings before, during, and after the art show and part of the proceeds went to our organization. Check out Brian's art at http://www.facebook.com/bfarrellart?ref=ts. Blerancourt is the Anne Morgan Chateau turned Franco-American museum outside Paris. Anne Morgan was an amazing, trailblazing lady. She had a driving license when most women didn't and she summoned her other privileged girlfriends together to deliver food, medical supplies, shoes, kitchen utensils, rabbits, all to help the French soldiers when the Germans attacked the region of Picardy in France. Her goal along with 350 women volunteers was to rebuild homes and communities that were bombed to the ground. Check out our website at www.americanfriendsofblerancourt.org

One of the most spectacular moments of the evening (other then the ladies bickering in my dining room) was Met opera singer Jeffrey Mattsey and pianist Michael Benchman's live performance of Figaro. Talent and services were donated thanks to Ubiquite Productions & Steinway. Thank you to all.

 

 

You can see the Anne Morgan exhibit with original photographs and film of her work in Picardy following WWI at the Morgan Library & Museum from Sept. 3 to Nov 21, 2010.

Oh my! When Jill fell skating it made me think of the Paris Hilton scene where she takes off and immediately falls off her vespa in front of the paparazzi. Jill's a good sport and I would love to skate with her sometime. I adored her outfit and would love to wear the same if someone let me.

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Have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend, and duck for cover if you see the Housewives.

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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