Cast Blog: #RHONY

Why All the Bickering?

Real Housewife of OC Vicki Gunvalson gives her take on the real NYC drama.


I thought it would be fun to would write in as a viewer on the NYC housewives blog which is such a nice change for me versus writing as a current cast member. Hope all my OC fans are still tuning in and enjoying the new season with New York. Stay tuned to my blogs, as I'll try and write each and every week from now on. I have had the opportunity to meet all the Housewives of NYC, so it's definitely fun to see their "story' unfold on TV as well as in real life.

To me, it's very obvious that Jill misses Bethenny, but is extremely hurt by Bethenny. Jill probably had to do what she felt was right to protect herself from any more hurt. Jill realizes it's not good to hang on to bad energy, as it's not healthy! I actually know how Jill feels, as this has happened to me all during the season of our show. Jill has a way of telling you how she feels, which is ironically the same way that I am. I have a lot of respect for Jill and hate to see her in the middle of so many uncomfortable situations. It's definitely toxic and hard to watch. I just wish that girls could get along. We really need and depend upon each other so why all the bickering all the time?

I have to wonder, why didn’t Bethenny ever apologize to Bobby or Jill for not being there during Bobby's cancer treatments? Isn't that what friends are for? If it was important to Bethenny to have Jill as a friend, she should have done everything in her power to make amends.

Bethenny's one liners are funny, but sometime I feel they are also very harsh and rude. I think once you see yourself on camera and how you act, you definitely learn from it and hopefully try to improve yourself. I hope Bethenny will do the same.


Ramona seems very confrontational this season, which is different from last year. Although I know that the camera and editing only capture a small portion of our "real lives," it is still hard to see her so harsh to everyone. Her eyes popping out all the time scare me.

Out of all the Housewives, I can relate to Jill the most. Her personality seems a lot like mine. I love Jill and Bobby and can't wait to see Jill in a few weeks as she will be visiting California towards the end of April and we will be doing a book signing tour together in Southern California. The East Coast meets the West Coast! How fun will that be? Stay tuned for more information on that.

I was able to meet Kelly last year at the Fred Segal event and it was fun talking to her. She seems very sweet and beautiful. Being asked to appear in Playboy I'm sure in an honor at her age, I just don't know how her children are going to be able to handle the backlash in school with their peers. I personally wouldn't do it, but then again I don't look like Kelly! It's ironic, because my husband Donn and Kelly are both from Rockford, IL so we have that in common. Her parents are members of the same Country Club that Donn's sister is. Small world, huh?

I'll be busy this weekend in Las Vegas at my book signing event at The Stack Restaurant in the Mirage on 3/28 which will be so much fun. If you're in Vegas this weekend be sure to stop by and get a copy of my book "More Than a Housewife" or order it online.

Have a good week everyone. It's my birthday on Saturday! Do I hear a Woo Hoo?

Vicki Gunvalson

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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