Cast Blog: #RHONY

No Looking Back

LuAnn ponders having another child and Ramona's jealous over a frienship with Sonja.

Hello my friends! Thanks again for joining me here and for watching our show. In this episode, I spend some quality time with Noel learning to skateboard (which thankfully, I emerged from unscathed). He continues to grow his company, FancyFool (check out his new web site at Thank you for your positive comments about Victoria's artwork. She's thrilled! I'm so proud of my creative, entrepreneurial kids.

Jacques and I are very happy and we are still open to the idea of having a child together. While Victoria was initially surprised when I told her, she is open to the possibility of becoming a big sister again and trusts that I wouldn't make such a big decision without being absolutely sure that this is what we want as a family. Who knows what the future will bring?

Before I dated Aviva's ex-husband Harry, I knew that he was a charmer with the ladies so it doesn't bother me that Sonja dated him too. My experience with Harry was fun, but brief, and I remain friends with him to this day. Once I met Jacques, I knew that he was the guy for me, and I haven't looked back.

I understand Sonja's thinking about the symbolic importance of wedding rings, but many men do not wear them, and I think it's a personal decision between a man and his wife whether he needs to wear a band or not. The depth of a man's commitment isn't measured by how much gold he wears on his finger, but by how he treats his wife. To me, it's a little insecure to require a wedding band.

I understand Carole's reluctance to commit because she experienced a very profound loss when her husband died and she could be hesitant to lose someone she loves again. This is a natural defense mechanism. But I think that if Carole were to meet the right person, her views on commitment might change.

I saw Ramona for the first time since our truce at Carole's friend's jewelry show, and I think it went well. I kept the conversation light, and so did she, so it was fine. I stayed and enjoyed the party 'till the end.

Ramona's known Sonja for ages and she considers her a close friend, and I adore Sonja as well, so maybe Ramona feels threatened by our friendship? Sonja's a big girl and she can choose her friends for herself but Ramona feels proprietary over their friendship for some reason.

I'm so excited to go to London with the girls, and I think that it's Heather's trip and she can invite whom she likes. Ultimately, it's up to Heather and Ramona to work out their differences (or not).

Until next week, bisous!

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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