Cast Blog: #RHONY

Closing the Curtain

Kelly discusses the continuing changes in the Housewives world and a woman's need for an apology.

First, I want to thank all of the viewers for being so loyal and interested in our intersection. None of us know what our future holds on the show, but I know how I feel today. I feel proud. All of us have endured, sacrificed, and experimented with reality TV. As fun as it is to watch, it's even more fun to film. We've seen Alex come out of her shell, watched Ally go to college, LuAnn find true love, we've seen Cindy demonstrate what an amazing single mother/business woman looks like, and what a great hairstylist can do to my hair! It has been four seasons of non-stop fun, and we are just getting started. Does LuAnn get married, is Ramona pregnant, does Sonja Morgan become the next Steve Jobs or does she marry one, does Jill Zarin's Skweez line change the shape of America, and do I inspire women that being healthy and happy is hot? You'll have to wait as "the Housewives turn...." But before this, let's reflect back on tonight's episode.

OK? what??

I realized watching Wendy Williams on the MobWives reunion that all women just want is an apology. Resentment has been built up, and not been resolved. Every problem has a solution. Some of us recognize the solution, and others love the problem. That's what makes the world go round. Cindy is a hard working business woman who has two young children, a HUGE business, and personal family issues. Sonja gets defensive around Cindy. Maybe, its her eyeliner that fogs her vision. I've had makeup issues, so I can talk. I wish Sonja would embrace those who work hard, and not find it intimidating. Friends support friends. Period. We can also learn from each other, if we'd let our egos go for one second.

I know that everyone misconstrued Alex's moment with me. I was warning Alex that she needs to be real while we are all together for she's not making the best impression on any of us. She chose to do things her way and continue to isolate herself. I'm glad she puts Simon first because I'm afraid that after this season that's all she'll have. They can tweet sweet-nothings to each other forever.

Is Ramona preggers or is Ramona not preggers, that is the question? Honestly, this is something I would love to have: a family for my family. I'm not so keen on this incident or mocking pregnancy. Sorry for the "Debbie Downer" statement, but I want a family -- I don't just want to get laid.

What a great surprise having Natalie Cole perform a duet with LuAnn. Most of us were so proud for LuAnn. I think you can tell by facial expressions who was and who was not. She sang with such confidence and love for her man. I still get goosebumps when I watch it.

Watch the reunion. . .it's soooo crazyyyyyy, and WEIRD (LOL).

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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