Cast Blog: #RHONY

Love, Love, Love It!

Teresa talks nudity, Kelly's "weirdness," Bethenny going overboard, and LuAnn's "underdog" status.


Thank you all for your amazing comments on my blog entries! It’s so cool to feel like I’m connecting with you all from all over the country. It’s one of the best parts of being on the Real Housewives and why I love it: getting to talk to so many great people.

I told you I read all the comments (and all my Twitters @teresa_giudice and Facebook comments), and I’m gonna prove it:

- JennaP: You are sooo right! The girls who always have to have the snappy comments are exhausting to be around. Maybe that’s it, I’m just exhausted by Bethenny (like I wasn’t exhausted enough with 4 little girls!)

- Bella0710: I was thinking exactly the same thing about Bethenny going overboard. When she actually had a sincere moment this week talking about how she wasn’t going to mess things up with Jason, I almost missed it because I was waiting for the cheesy one liner at the end. It was nice when she just smiled and stopped talking, wasn’t it?

- Marylyn: The idea of me and Bethenny teaming up because we’re so alike is very funny. That would be a freakin’ crazy team!

- Emily S: Your husband runs marathons? Tell him I said that’s amazing.

- Bluegrasslady78: Congrats on being the first comment. And I think my favorite.


So, now for the episode. This one was kind of insane. Nudity, a giant plastic horse and Lindsay Lohan??? Crazy!

I think Kelly was definitely the star of the episode. First we saw her with her girls at dinner. Her girls are completely gorgeous and so well behaved, but I have to say, I didn’t expect them to be so hilarious. Teddy was so funny: “If you’re not going to say something nice, then talk to the boobies, cause the hand’s off duty.” (You know I loved that!) Her girls reminded me of my own girls (especially Gia!), and I thought they really showed what a great mom Kelly is.

Kelly looked really beautiful during her Playboy shoot. I haven’t seen the final pictures, but when I was on Andy Cohen’s show with Jackie Collins, she said she’d seen them and that Kelly hardly showed anything. (I think she was kind of disappointed.) I was surprised we didn’t get to see Kelly’s photographer, her ex-husband Gilles Bensimon. I thought maybe he didn’t want to be on a reality show but he was on America’s Next Top Model (and Housewives is wayyy better than ANTM…).

I loved getting a tour of Kelly’s apartment. (How fabulous was her purse collection? Love it!) She has great taste. Her whole speech about wearing fur was so funny (“I’m a coldblooded person, so if I want to wear fur, more power to me.”). I think it’s refreshing that someone on TV can admit they drink beer, eat meat, and wear fur. Not everyone is a stick-thin, tofu-eater, right? I even loved it when Bethenny said, “Kelly believes that life is about cartwheels and roses and lollipops.” I think she meant it as an insult, but if I were Kelly, I’d take it as a compliment. Somehow Kelly’s “weirdness,” as her daughter Teddy called it, was a lot weirder last season. This season, she’s growing on me a lot. I really like Kelly’s optimism and how happy she is with her life. That’s how I am.


We also finally got to see Alex and Simon with their kids. Alex was making homemade pizza with her son on the counter helping her -- love love love it! Her boys are completely adorable. I don’t think kids climbing up the leg of someone is a big deal. I don’t have boys, but I know my Milania would do something like that. Kids are just full of energy. Who cares if they were jumping around? You want them to just sit on the couch and be vegetables?

I thought Alex’s house looked great. All the renovation work finally paid off. The one thing I didn’t like was Alex cackling about Jill only liking the underdog and LuAnn being an underdog now that she’s getting divorced. Maybe it was the wine, but I thought Alex was nicer than that. And there’s no way a countess who lives in the Hamptons and hosts parties for Ungaro is an underdog.

Finally, LOVE the Kelly's fur vest, LOVE Ramona’s dress at the Legends Ball, LOVE Bethenny’s big hair again.

Keep your comments coming! Love to hear from you all! And visit me at

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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