Cast Blog: #RHONY

No Good Deed for Sonja Goes Unpunished

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

No Good Deed for Sonja Goes Unpunished

Heather isn't surprised Sonja brought up the toaster oven debacle again at the reunion.

No good deed goes unpunished. . .

Well my first season on RHONY has truly come to a close with the airing of Part 2 of the Reunion.

I felt we got into more of the drama tonight starting with Sonja’s toaster project. Ugh. So here I go. . .

Early in the season Sonja came to me and asked me for my hand in redesigning her logo and her overall branding -- which soon also turned into a campaign for her toaster oven box. I agreed to help Sonja to create the logo to umbrella and encompass both her brands "Sonja in the City" and "Sonja Home" and further, I agreed to help her create a marketing campaign to put on the package of her toaster oven. I pulled together an team of experienced professionals and enlisted them along side me to help my friend, pro-bono. . .no cost to Sonja. Sonja has been going through difficult times and I believed in her toaster oven idea and felt that the successful launch of it could help see her out of some of her financial worries and toward independence with confidence!

There were many ups and downs during the process, including Sonja suddenly needing the toaster oven box immediately to house what she described as ensuing production?!? But I could never get any information out of Sonja. Questions regarding her business plans or even the vision for her said business went unanswered. I only ever heard Sonja say she had a change of heart about the working logo we chose when she insisted she had told us and we didn’t listen. There were many areas that made the process of helping Sonja arduous -- we were working in a vacuum with no constructive feedback or input from her, and I still delivered exactly what I said I would. And somehow Sonja feels I owe her more?

I cared more about building a brand for Sonja than Sonja cared about building her own brand. I spent countless more hours with James, (big guns), Bernard, and Gian Andre DiStefano conceptualizing and executing it the ideas with absolutely no effort on Sonja’s part. Yet Sonja has gone on to say in her blogs that I did this not to help her but to “showcase my marketing expertise.” And, that she turned down a “Martha Stewart executive” to work with me. Oh really? Where was this executive when I tried to pull myself out of the nightmare? I can only wonder how Sonja feels “showcasing my marketing expertise,” does any good to anyone here but Sonja? Yummie by Heather Thomson is not an advertising firm and I am not in the business of producing branded campaigns. The truth is that what I did for Sonja was for Sonja. I hoped that if I could help to set Sonja up in the right direction and she would fly, but instead Sonja is still spinning in circles.

Sitting on the sofa and having her pull out those cards with her “sexy j” was not shocking, and much as it was insulting. I have more respect and appreciation for Sonja’s young fan who took an opportunity to get her graphic work out there than I gained during my entire experience with Sonja. Sadly, instead of potentially showcasing a young talent, it only went to prove how much Sonja actually “missed” during the project.

In the time that I first sat down with Sonja to help her, I have been to market in front of buyers with four new Yummie and Yummie Tummie Collections that I design (not to mention a product launch into a new classification with the introduction of my new line of leggings! #holla), and I have managed the image campaigns, the photoshoots, and the marketing that coincides with each launch, including a billboard campaign, up and running in NYC thru the holiday season.

Sonja on the other hand, sits still with an empty prototype box, waiting for its toaster oven and is still singing about her a “sexy j.” Anyone with diligence and focus could have taken the packaging and the campaign we created, gotten in front of a buying team, if not several, for tons of feedback and launched that damn toaster oven six months ago. You could have one in your kitchen right now and Sonja could be off and running with the start of her brand. But as she drones on about placements and oven mitts and tongs (all sold in different departments than a toaster btw) she is left with her delusions of grandeur, and I am left with the reality that that her toaster oven and branded campaign (with a switched out logo or not), will never again see the light of day. I do have adoration for SJM, but she doesn’t know the meaning of hard work and that getting arrested would be easier for her than staying focused -- and that my friends, is a wrap!

I naturally bonded with LuAnn throughout filming RHONY this season. She is a strong, but kind lady -- but like the rest of us LuAnn makes mistakes. LuAnn came to the reunion with a plan and Carole in her sights and she did not like to see me “taking sides.” But what I said on the couch was the truth. There is a lot more to St. Barths and often times in filming there are things that are best left off-camera and this comment is directed to more than one of the ladies, and I will leave it at that.

Is it me, or do most of these ladies have double standards? One set applies to them and another to everyone else. Ramona judges herself and Sonja differently than she does Aviva. Aviva makes allowances for her dad but plays the high moral card on Samonja. Luann lives in her own paradigm and if anything contradicts it, she doesn’t like it.

I can tell you, I tried to play it straight. Throughout the season I wanted to always live true to my own constitution. I certainly have my opinions on things and certainly took the liberty at taking swipes at some ladies in my monologues, but I tried never to "judge" the women. I tried to be true to myself and not say anything to the camera that I wouldn’t say in front of them. My goal was to be honest to both the ladies and to myself. I am very "what you see is what you get." So, I am curious, how do you think I did overall? Did I hold up to my own standard as Season 5 is complete?

Yes it is over, but we don’t have to say goodbye!! You can still talk to me on Facebook and Twitter at @iamHeatherT because I will continue tweeting to you so please holla at me and let me know how you all are doing! This has been such an amazing experience and I have enjoyed sharing pieces of my life with you all. I love hearing from you, meeting you on the streets, and laughing together on Twitter! It’s all been #yumsatstic!

A final thank you for all the support and all the love! Until next time, my parting words. . .

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Love,
Heather

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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