Cast Blog: #RHONY

Talk, Talk, Talk, Gossip, Gossip, Gossip

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

Talk, Talk, Talk, Gossip, Gossip, Gossip

Teresa Giudice breaks down the final island episode and defends the use of the word "ho-bag."

 

I wasn’t sure this week’s episode could top last week’s 
record-breaking, vampire-and-gummy bear, crazy-face-meltdown one … and 
unfortunately, it didn’t. I was totally disturbed by last week’s episode — it
 was way too much crazy, and as I said last week, I know crazy. But to go from that to this week’s calm, sweet, episode was kind of extreme. It felt like watching one of the earlier
 episodes … all talk, talk, talk, gossip, gossip, gossip. I know the ladies
 deserved some relaxation, but I didn’t need to watch the pedicures. It almost
 put me to sleep (from nightmares last week to falling asleep this week … what a
 ride!).

Jill’s arrival on the island was pretty awkward. I don’t 
think she had a chance to figure anything out. She felt the tension, sort of 
smelled it in the air, like an animal smells a predator, and she ran. Did you 
see Alex’s face? She looked like she was going to explode. And the shaking? 
Scary! I was afraid poor Alex was going to have a nervous breakdown. Reality TV is hard. You put yourself out 
there and you have no control over which parts they show (and don’t show). And you are shooting sometimes 15 hour-days for months and months. It’s exhausting – physically and mentally. I feel
 for all of them: pregnant and stressed Bethenny, trembling and shell-shocked
 Alex, trying-to-please-everyone Ramona, overwhelmed-and-unaware Kelly, and
 elephant-in-the-room Jill. Oh, and can’t-sing-to-save-her-life LuAnn. Only Sonja came out
 without any battle wounds, but she’s new. Let’s check back with her next
 season….

Speaking of new girls, what about Jennifer Gilbert? I met her at The Real Houswives of NJ premiere party at the
 Brownstone and she’s really lovely (and if you’ve never met Alex in person, she 
was there too and she is supermodel pretty. I know it sounds like an insult, and I hear the same thing all the time too: “You’re so much prettier in
 person!” but for Alex, it’s true. Maybe the TV lighting makes her look too
 angular or something, but in person, she glows.) Anyway, I know Jennifer is a 
mom of young kids like me and Jacqueline, and I’d
 love to see more of her story. Her son was a cutie, but I didn’t even catch his 
name.

I did catch quite a bit of potty mouth and body parts talking 
though. Ha! See, we aren’t the only ones out in Jersey talking about sex and
 our chuckies. Even the classy Manhattan girls talk about penis size, handcuffs,
 big ears??? And for the record, LuAnn, I say “hobag." It’s a great word, 
especially when you know someone who is. What do you recommend we say instead?: “Someone
 who indiscreetly engages in sexual transgressions with the entire Metro area”?

I thought Bobby was very sweet and loyal, as always. He’s a
 great guy. The toilet paper bridal dresses on Ramona and Bethenny was very
 cute. Nice to see some actual friendship. Ramona said “love love love love”!
(she added an extra one) and was so super sweet to everyone. (You know it’s a
 calm episode when Ramona is nothing but nice to everyone.) The only things I didn’t want to see was Sonja’s dress falling off and the the thought of her 
giving the Heimlich to a poodle….

 

It might have been a nice, calm week for the New York 
ladies, but it was an amazing, exciting week for me! I got to watch my
 beautiful baby Audriana being born on The Real Housewives of New Jersey – follow
 me on Facebook or Twitter (@teresa_giudice) to see pictures of her now. Thank
 you all so much for your incredibly sweet wishes and congrats!!! Dina is a
 great godmother, and I cried again watching that scene! I am so sorry if you
 don’t have kids and my labor scared you though. I had NO IDEA Bravo was going 
to show the huge freakin’ needle going into my back like that! I was having
 phantom contractions sitting on the couch watching the episode, so I’m sure you
 guys were too. But it’s totally worth it, of course. All babies are!

My other baby, my book Skinny Italian actually climbed up
 the NYT Best-seller list to No. 5 this week as well. I cannot believe how blessed I
am to have such amazing, amazing fans. The stories you are sending me of how
 you are eating healthy, learning to love yourself more, and how your kids are
not being as picky – as well as the gorgeous photos of you hot Italian cooks! –
 mean more to me than you could ever know! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Tanti Baci,
Teresa

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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