Cast Blog: #RHONY

No Regrets, No Fear

Sonja talks about taking big risks, Kelly's breakthrough, Bethenny's new show, and, of course, sex!


Who isn't jealous that Bethenny got her own show! Jealousy is a natural feeling, even when your happy for the person and you love them. When I feel jealous, I try to understand where it is coming from and how to better myself where I feel I am lacking. Do I feel I would like to have my own show? Do I want the success that Bethenny has? If I do, and feel jealous that Bethenny does have these opportunities, then I need to do what I can to have the same success. No regrets. No fear. I think people feel jealous when they feel they may be left behind by those they have relationships with or can't keep up with people they actually admire. We sometimes get what we need, not what we want, so I just give it a go and see where it leads me. It's sort of like the Countess and her new hit song - who knows where it will lead? But she would never know if she didn't try.

I talk and talk and talk. Boy, do I like to talk. I am a Sagittarius. I like to share my experiences with the other housewives. I think the show was missing the subject of sex being an important part of life, and regardless of me going on about my cooking, gardening, writing, entertaining, fashion, charity, the film cuts always lead to sex. I think it is a popular subject and there are a lot of housewives who can relate and take solace in the fact they are not alone. I am willing to talk about it and so is Bethenny, so now the dam has broke! I did honestly enjoy talking with LuAnn and Kelly about it as well. I got a kick out of Kelly and the Max-capade and the Countess shared her feelings on Italian men. Good fun in my book!

Sex is healthy and something everyone should have if they want. Dating is hard, commitment is difficult to have if you have high standards, and if your a single mom there sometimes just isn't room for a serious commitment while your are trying to keep it together for your children. I was just suggesting that having a Thursday night date with someone who also is not ready for long term commitment is not a crime. It can be a satisfying way to transition for a period of time and not have to go without or risk one-night stands that can be hurtful for some as Kelly pointed out. Not everyone you date and think might lead to marriage will, and you might just surprise yourself when you least expect it. My mom always said it may be in your own backyard.


One-night stands happen! Anyone who doesn't realize that is living in another world. I suggest that if you do have a one-night stand, take precautions. Use protection even if you are steady with one man! Who knows? Even in a marriage you don't know! Being promiscuous is never good. But this happens too. Don't be hard on yourself and of course we ALL strive for long term love and commitment. I threw out my one-night stand comment to Kelly because I feel she is setting the bar so high. If I were to believe her hard line statements I feel she should be a little more carefree. This is my way of being dramatic when out with the girls. I like to tease them and make them think. Kelly gets very defensive and then comes off as judgmental.

I think everyone at some point has been waiting in half fear for the next zinger coming from Bethenny and hoping they can handle it. We are adults though, and expect this on a show with a bunch of dramatic women! Like Kelly says, we are unpredictable.

I think Kelly is OK one-on-one and when she can drop in and drop out of a scene. Even she herself says she makes us white noise, and then she just has to leave sometimes. But, if you want to peel the layers of Kelly and really want to get to know her, she is guarded. She doesn't like to share feelings and has said this. This is how women bond, though. We become closer to one another by sharing vulnerabilities, with the knowledge we'll still be there for one another afterward. I think Kelly did have a breakthrough and now sees that she can't let herself get into these situations, because she won't roll with it and can't just enjoy the moment with this particular group of ladies. Kelly also has to remember we are on the show to be sensational, and that we all like to create drama in our own way. I hope that Kelly and I can be closer friends by showing her I will still be there should she want to share, and communicate both ways. She has a lot to share.

We were not bullying Kelly. We were sharing our feelings with each other, and trying to relax, have fun and let our hair down, and meanwhile Kelly was saying one shouldn't stomp grapes, one shouldn't have one-night stands, one shouldn't have unprotected sex, one shouldn't have promiscuous sex, she never eats cornstarch, she never drinks, and it felt like an insult to everyone else discussing or doing the same. Never say never.

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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