Cast Blog: #RHONY

The Hostess With the Mostess

LuAnn discusses "Hangergate," and the ladies behavior upon their arrival in Morocco.

Salam my friends!

When I got on the plane to go to Morocco, I was filled with excitement for the adventure ahead of us. Morocco is mysterious and magical, and the sights and sounds are so exotic and fascinating. I'm so glad I had the chance to bring the girls to this incredible country and that we can share our trip with you!

We stayed in a lovely riad, which is a traditional Moroccan estate that has an interior garden and courtyard. Our riad was in Marrakech and was just gorgeous. Brad Pitt stayed there right before we arrived if that gives an indication of the riad's quality. The staff was incredible, the food was delicious, and the service was impeccable.

Ramona brought enough clothing for multiple women, so I can see why organizing her clothing and accessories was difficult -- but asking the staff to unpack her mess was over the top. As for Sonja, the riad was very secure and her bags were safe because there was a man guarding our van.

Hanger-gate was what I call the hanger drama! Why couldn't the girls just ask for more hangers instead of turning unpacking into a dramatic event? I wanted everyone to be happy, so I went and found more hangers. It was a simple fix. 

I could understand why, after traveling, Sonja, Alex, and Ramona would need to freshen up and get some rest but I didn't understand why they didn't come to lunch with us or, if they had the energy, out shopping that afternoon. Sonja and Ramona had other plans, which was fine but they didn't have to lie about being tired and needing a car ride to nap. They were free to do whatever they wished, but they could have made an effort to join us for lunch as I worked so hard planning this trip. That would have been the gracious thing to do.

It was out of character for Kelly to criticize Sonja's home and lifestyle during lunch. I felt that Kelly was being unfair to Sonja. Her townhouse in New York is lovely. I attribute Kelly's comments to jetlag. Sonja's financial matters are her own business and shouldn't be up for conversation during lunch. 

Ramona's reach extends across an ocean apparently, and I was surprised that Brad would share his dislike for Ramona so openly with us. He obviously is on Team Jill

Albert is the top designer in Morocco, and he makes exquisite dresses and caftans. Instead of letting him work his magic, Ramona was being difficult when she asked him to lower the neckline to her specifications, even though the style in Morocco is very conservative. In Morocco, more is better when it comes to clothes.

Brad planned a lovely party for his birthday, and he went all out with the snake charmer, band, and fortuneteller. The buffet dinner was delicious, and, typical for Morocco, it was fresh and colorful. Like a lot of people, I'm a little squeamish around snakes, but it was fascinating to watch the snake charmer, especially when he brought the snake right up to his mouth! I was surprised that Jill thought nothing of putting a snake on her head. She's braver than me when it comes to cold-blooded animals! 

I thought the fortuneteller's predictions were very insightful. Jill does have a big heart and she does sometimes talk too much. Sonja's fortune was dead-on as well because money isn't life, even if Sonja focuses on it. Kelly's fortune I loved because I want her wish to have another baby to come true, and Ramona's fortune was eerie. . .is there another woman? I hope not because I'm all for families staying together.

Yaha bi bi, until next week!

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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