Cast Blog: #RHONY

The Emperor Has No Clothes

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

The Emperor Has No Clothes

Alex defends Simon and calls out the other ladies hypocrisy -- including LuAnn's hives.

The hypocrisy was so thick tonight you could choke on it. I am continually amused that Kelly gets to meddle on Jill’s behalf, Jill gets to meddle on LuAnn’s behalf, Sonja gets to meddle on Ramona’s behalf and LuAnn gets to meddle in between anyone at any time, for any reason. All that is considered perfectly appropriate, but any time I ever stick up for anyone, or make a comment about events I witnessed, everyone with brown hair thinks I should be quiet. That is a double standard, but coming from them it doesn't surprise me.

The most hilarious attempt at a shutdown tonight has to be "Stop it, small children are watching." Name calling and cursing are apparently fine fodder for small ears, but a differing opinion is not? Regardless, I seriously hope small children are not watching -- this is television for mature audiences. Our kids only see Simon's webisodes, and only when they are in them.

It was hard to watch, at times, because everyone kept shouting over everyone else. Watching tonight's episode gave me a headache. During the second half of filming, I decided not to speak unless I absolutely had to, because when everyone is talking at the same time, all you hear is noise. One thing is certain, if I were interested at all in climbing that mysterious social ladder, I'd aim higher than this lot.

Interesting that LuAnn broke out in hives when she was on the hot seat. She rarely broke her condescending tone of voice, but her chest told a different story. Kelly didn't get offended when she did, nor did she lecture LuAnn to stop being red.

I continue to be amazed that LuAnn maintains she has never made a dig at me. That is exactly what she did, all season, both to me in person, on her blogs, and (although she denied it) to others as well. Maybe she had too much champagne during lunch at the Pierre and forgot that she slammed me, and yes, nasty comments made in interviews do count as digs. LuAnn needs to take a closer look at her book, and if there are chapters she doesn't understand -- perhaps it’s time to schedule coffee with her co-writer for a refresher.

Just from a psychological perspective, I’ve never met anyone who is as much a master of the sideways attack as Jill. She asks someone "How did it make you feel when so and so attacked you?" even if the person didn't attack anyone -- she suggests that it happened and if her victim isn't fast enough, they believe her. It's like the old interrogation question, "Where did you hide the money," when no money is missing, designed to make people believe a lie. My question tonight was whether Ramona ever actually said that she only drinks at dinner, because tonight I only heard Jill say that. She used the same technique against Ramona when calling her rude for thinking of herself, when her pregnancy scare supposedly should only have been about her daughter. Work that one out. . .

Regarding the mean tweeting, the professional victims gave it their best shots but were unable to show tweets from Simon that anyone agreed were mean. As the reunion is not a nine-hour miniseries, we missed out on most of the backtracking. I only wish Simon was there watching because he'd have felt 100 percent vindicated -- in every other way he was attacked tonight, and unjustly. See his blog post for his take on the discussion.

Simon is not a mean person. At all. Anyone who knows him, knows that. When he is attacked by idiots who make things up and hit him below the belt, he defends himself against their hypocrisy and lies, as honorably as he can. When people make comments that don't make any sense, he points out that they don't make sense. That isn’t mean; it's direct. He is passionate about injustice and unfairness, as am I. Is it polite society for people to smile and nod if a woman says, "Pigs fly and there is no national debt"? No! Intelligent people say, no, that isn't possible or true. I'm beginning to think that the emperor has no clothes, just like the fable, and the only ones who see it are Simon, Ramona, Mario, Sonja, and me. Everyone else is delusional.

Well, that’s it for this season! You don't see me or anyone else announce their new ventures, so I'm going to keep that under my hat a little while longer. The first order of business has been leasing office space, and we’ve both been busy crossing T's and dotting I's. It's worth the wait, I promise! To be the first ones in the know, follow me as well as my hubby on Twitter and Facebook. If you haven't already, please check out the two tribute videos our chums made to Simon's single "I Am Real" while we were in Egypt -- they are priceless and no, I’m not objective at all!

Have a wonderful rest of the summer; September will be here before you know it!

Xo

A

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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