Cast Blog: #RHONY

Liar, Liar

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

Liar, Liar

Alex address her confrontation with Kelly and what's really out in the Twittersphere.

Let's start with the good stuff. Sonja and her feng shui, and the plumber really touched me. That's the Sonja we know and love, and I hope she gets everything she wants from her new beginning. Ramona threw an amazing party, and we all had a great time -- both at the walk-through and that night.

Moving on. . .clearly I have a handicap when fighting, because it doesn't occur to me to lie. I always assume that liars get caught, so I don't do it.

Jill and Kelly both tweet a lot. Jill tends to chase celebrities and try to meet them. She also tweets and posts on Facebook snarky things about people she doesn't like -- myself, Ramona, and Simon just to name a few. Kelly has gotten better with tweeting since she started, I’ll give her that, but back when this all was filmed she constantly tweeted nonsensical stuff that seemed to be written in code.

Simon's interactions on Twitter have nothing to do with his social media business. The only business Simon does while tweeting is show business; i.e. increase interest in Bravo and the Housewives, which all cast members do. I don't know why Kelly thinks Simon tweets all day; she tweets a lot more than he does. We all joined Twitter around the same time and she has sent 2,000 more tweets than Simon. For that matter, Andy tweets as much as Simon does, and no one accuses him of tweeting more than he works! Simon's business is teaching hotel and hospitality companies how best to use social media sites to drive their business, and that doesn't involve him tweeting personally.

When Jill tweets snark, and Kelly tweets gibberish, or other people respond to their tweets and also tag Simon, sometimes Simon responds. He might retort, or make a joke while trying to decipher some tweet-in-code that Kelly wrote. Sometimes, he also corrects or sticks up for them if what the person tweeted was horrible. Anyone who follows those three online can see that -- go and have a look.

Jill and Kelly are both so narcissistic that they think any challenging response to them is "mean." They single Simon out amongst the thousands who tag them because they know him. The real problem for Jill and Kelly is the other people on Twitter who challenge them on their BS or nonsense daily. And, there are people out there who DO send them really awful tweets -- probably the same people who tweet nasty-grams at all the rest of us. Simon actually helped Kelly's web team change her Twitter handle when she ran into trouble and nearly lost all her followers, and Simon got nothing but a slap in the face for it, plus tons of fans wondering why he'd bother to help her. Apparently being a nice guy isn't cool.

Anyway, somehow in Jill and Kelly's mind this adds up to Simon cyber-bullying them, or organizing gangs of people to cyber-bully them. If you think that's true, go look for it online. Nope, you won't find it because it isn't there. I am so sick of these girls crying wolf, when the only wolf-ish behavior out there is from them. I am equally sick of the word "bully" being used, because that makes a mockery of kids and young adults who actually suffer at the hands of bullies.

Jill is so thin-skinned that if someone she doesn't like tweets "Where are you from?" she views it as an attack. Grow up; we're not in 5th grade. It's like tweeting at a person with dark hair saying "I don't like dark hair," and that person feeling harassed. It's just not a legitimate claim for anyone, let alone someone on reality TV.

Next, I am truly amazed that LuAnn actually thinks that I equate her with any sort of New York society. Why would Kelly, LuAnn, or Jill think Simon or I want their attention? Sure, I enjoy sparring with them when we are together -- that's entertaining to you and me both. Do I think any of them are socially relevant? Nope; I know they are not.

Jill and Simon needed to talk. When Jill and I burnt the past, that did not mean that Simon automatically forgave her, or that he automatically forgave her for all her digs at me, our kids, and him. He was involved. Guess what, if I had ever attacked Bobby, Jill would probably insist I write a notarized apology in blood and send it to the New York Post. Why does she think that building a bonfire with me automatically fixes her first friendship, which was with Simon? That's not how the world works, and I call BS on that one. Or just plain old cowardice.

Moving on to the next bratty brunette, Kelly and I went to lunch. I planned to ask her why her behavior kept getting weirder and weirder. I had no idea why she was concerned about me. Concerned for her sanity, yes, especially after casinos and Santa tattoos and open-your-eyes-no-close-your-eyes. Kelly mistakenly thought I was worried about something other than her own bizarro behavior. I'm not sure where she I thought I might be "iced out" of -- Kellyland? If that's the case, let's make iced tea. Long Island, please.

Ever since St. John, those of us who saw the "breakthrough" have handled Kelly with the ultimate in kid gloves. Every time I have ever called her out on the nonsense she spews, she get flustered, starts rail-roading over everyone else's conversation and her head practically starts spinning around. As a result, whenever I talk to Kelly, I speak very slowly and just let her babble. None of it makes sense, so what's the point?

'Til next week, you can follow me on Twitter to make sure I'm not harassing any brunettes. Check out our fashion blog here, and add us on Facebook if you want to join the conversation. We were thrilled to raise a champagne toast to the gals at the Pride Rapture on the River dance Saturday night, and the DJ played Simon's Thug in a Club Mix of "I Am Real". . .sweet! If you haven't seen them already, Simon and I are writing a he said/she said op-ed blog for Metro and this week we discuss an, um, rather enlightening cab ride.

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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