Cast Blog: #RHONY

The Sweetest Thing

LuAnn shares why she was glad to throw the parties for Jill and Victoria

In this episode, you can see why they call a girl's sixteenth birthday the Sweet 16! Victoria was so enthusiastic and easy going while we planned this party. Victoria's poise and grace is unusual in someone so young. I was very proud of her.

I never had a Sweet 16 party for myself, so it was fun to plan this party with Victoria. She's an incredible girl who appreciates the things that I do for her and the years have just flown by.

I thought Jill and Jill's lawyer sister, Lisa, gave Sonja great financial advice and they did it in a way and at time when Sonja could take it in and I hope it was helpful to Sonja. As for Jill's facelift, I now understand why they say no pain, no gain! Ouch. Jill looks fabulous.

Chez Josephine was a great choice for Jill's birthday party because it's theatrical, red and opulent! Our objective when planning this soiree was for Jill to be surrounded by her family and friends and for her to have a great time, which I think she did. Ramona's impression of Jill was over the top and pretty funny, but I don't think Jill thought so. I guess she couldn't resist once she had the red wig on her head. I loved Bobby's toast to Jill, which was brief and heartfelt.

I wasn't upset that Avery's party was the same night as Victoria's because they have different sets of friends and the party was for Victoria, not for me.

Simon's hypnotherapy session was interesting to watch because of its brevity. How did Simon fall under the hypnotherapist's spell so quickly? Smoking is very unhealthy, and I wish Simon the best as he tries to kick the habit.

Victoria's party was fabulous. Her friends got right into party-mode and everyone had a great time dancing the night away. I thought that Anthony Coppers captured the essence of Victoria when planning her party. I was happy that the ladies were able to congratulate Victoria. I decided to leave early because who wants their mother to stay the entire time? I made sure everyone arrived safely and that the party was going smoothly before I left. Victoria appreciated that I trusted her and friends to have a great time without my supervision.

I didn't go to Avery's party but on film, it looked lovely. I'm sure that Avery's friends enjoyed the Singer's hospitality.

When I watched Bobby confront Simon at Avery's party, I thought that Bobby was very gracious and very clear about how he wants his wife to be treated. Good for Bobby for sticking up for Jill.

Bisous until next week my friends!

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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