Cast Blog: #RHONY

The Egg Drop Saloon

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 Egg Drop Saloon

Heather apologizes for her poop joke, discusses dinner, and disagrees with Ramona's "insecure" comment.

London Calling!

The girls arrive at our penthouse suite, and I was really sorry that I couldn't be there in person to greet them properly. But I’ve been here for a few days working the international sales meetings for Yummie Tummie, which is what brought us to London in the first place so, the hotel staff was put on high alert, and I made sure the ladies had a nice spread and some fun spectator hats to welcome them.

Back in New York at Guiseppe Zanotti (where the shoes are delicious), I noticed that Ramona and I can finally we agree on something. When she commented that Aviva's leg really is like a work of art, she is 100 percent right. It truly is a piece of sculpture, and Aviva is so elegant in all of her dealings with it -- living her life doing it all! She is nothing short of 360 degrees of beautiful.

. . .Speaking of beautiful, Luann looked awesome shopping in London and rocking a pair of Yummie jeans! Although no one probably noticed them because everyone was focused on Carole's braless tatas! LOL!

I first lay eyes on Carole, Sonja, and Lu at my sales dinner, a.k.a. the Egg Drop Saloon. I guess raising the little ones has made pooping a casual conversation for me! Oy! Other than sharing that these bathrooms take the porta potty to a whole new level of futuristic luxury, I have already said enough here! Carole refers to them as "the Orgasmatrons". . .is that better? Either way there is nothing like this in New York, and these toilets certainly provided a topic of conversation!

Asking everyone to introduce themselves is a pretty standard practice at business dinners, especially when you are trying to create camaraderie amongst your team. And, I was so proud to have my ladies there with me. They were looking so gorgeous and I really wanted to show them off. It is a company tradition to say a few things about Yummie so I really didn't think much of the request. I had no idea Carole would be so shy, but Sonja and Luann brought the Rah-Rah spirit of the dinner home! I was moved by what everyone said and happy to be closing out an amazing international business trip on such a high note.

Early the next morning, Carole was nothing short of a saint to accompany me to my live television segment. Now, what you don't know is that we all went out on the town and whooped it up late that night. When we got back to our suite, Carole and I stayed up even later and continued the laughs and conversation almost until I had to start my hair and makeup. She even agreed to accompany me to the television set to support me through the live broadcast and we'd barely slept a second. That is friendship.

Now that my Yummie work is finished, it's time to play. We decided to kick off my "free time" by going for a traditional English high tea. Sonja and Carole showing up in the spectator hats I had bought them was a riot. I love that they completely got into it and brought on the English spirit! Everyone was turning to take a good look at our table. It was just too funny, and you get to see us starting to gel as a group and have a really good time together! Afterwards, we all head to Jonathan Adler's new store opening party where we really made a splash and had a ball.

Meanwhile back in New York after overcoming a few "technical difficulties/issues," Ramona has a successful appearance at that Learning Annex and she filled the room. What bothers me is the new tone she is taking about our inability to communicate. One thing I'm NOT is insecure. If that is what she thinks then she and I are probably never going to get to a happy place. Ever since we went off the tracks, I have always chalked it up to the fact that we just don't jive. . . we misfire when trying to connect. I have admitted that I talk a lot, but my smile is sincere. It is time for Ramona to focus her energy on something besides me. Relax, girl. . .because that is what we are doing in London. . .

After a very late night, work early that morning, tea in the afternoon, and the store party, we decided to take advantage of the fabulous penthouse suite and have a GIRLS NIGHT IN. We ordered up tons of food, wine, and champagne, plugged in Carole's iPod and started being silly. I got some new Italian eyeglass frames, and they instigated a hilarious photo shoot. Groucho Marx, Pumpkin Head, Potato Head, and Pin Head are all there and it was tons of light-hearted fun. It is just easy with these women, and we are having a hoot together.

Wowza! I never dreamed I would inspire someone to write a song!! If LuAnn does produce "Gangsta Chic," I'm buying that single! I hope she’ll let me sing back up! Holla!

Tune in next week to see the partying in London continue. . .Thanks as always for your feedback, your tweets, and all the love and encouragement you've been sending my way! For more information on me and Yummie shapewear brand go to Facebook,, and



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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