Cast Blog: #RHONY

Money Can't Buy You Friends

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

Money Can't Buy You Friends

Sonja gives her take on Bethenny and Jill's relationship and recalls her fave moment from the season!


Hello Bravo Viewers,

What a season! How beautiful is the Pierre Hotel? Mr. Spinner looks very elegant and handsome. I have known him for more than 15 years. He is very professional and gracious. He is one of the best in the business. Remember I am a restaurant, hotel, resort consultant? Good choice Ramona and Roberta!

Next stop is Le Cirque! I love Sirio Macioni and his sons. I have been a fan and guest for half my life at this restaurant! OK, enough of the mutual admiration club. I was actually having lunch that day with a group of 12 ladies. I saw both Bethenny and Jill walk in and said oh my! Fasten your seatbelts for this one.

I am very sad about Bethenny and Jill. I believe they are meant to be friends. They became friends on the show and they fell apart on the show. But it's like a divorce, and when the media and the show get involved it can be too hot to handle. I don't know if Jill and Bethenny will ever be friends again, but they definitely need some time apart to remember the good times again. The painful times are too vivid at the moment. I hope it works out.

I am so happy for LuAnn and her special man. He makes her so happy. I adore LuAnn's new song and the new video that Ultra Records put out recently. I posted it to my fan page: Ultra Records is a big time label and it shows. LuAnn looks very feminine and has long hair! The video has beautiful clothing and styling. I am so happy she lived her dream. It paid off, and she is having a ball.


LuAnn was sweet to stop and let me speak about Jill's entrance on scary island. Geeeez!!! I am so tiny next to her and sometimes it is hard to get a word in with these gals! But she understood. Thanks LuAnn. Like I said, money can't buy you real friends!

Ramona's renewal of vows was first class from beginning to end. I have cherished the Pierre for many years and can't think of a better place to have a celebration. She looked gorgeous and Mario and Avery were proud of her, as was I. I like the way Bethenny handled my pointing out the feathers on her dress when she represents PETA. Drama per usual, but it was an accident and she rolled with it. She is cool in my book.

Jill thought we were seated on teams at the renewal? I know Jill calls her fans the Jill team, so I am on THAT team, but as far as housewives being on teams? That is just silly. I am hoping to develop all our friendships as time goes on.

My favorite moment of the season? I guess I would have to say my art party benefiting Chateau Blerancourt Museo Franco American ( I was sick as a dog with the flu, but we had a great turnout and the food and wine from Cipriani was delicious. I really got into the Met singer, Jeffrey Mattsey! I feel good when things turn out well. My friends enjoyed themselves and we raised some money for charity and for the arts. I had a moment with the Housewives upstairs, but have found out when we are filming it does take attention away from the the main event. In the end, I am gracious that they came.

I learned this year that I am tough on myself and I know people will love me for who I am. Someone will always relate to my experiences and hopefully I can share with others in a helpful way.

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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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