Cast Blog: #RHONY

An Unspoken Understanding

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

An Unspoken Understanding

Ramona Singer thinks she and Heather finally bonded on the dance floor.

St. Barths was beyond amazing! It’s always a treat to be able to leave N.Y.C. in January when it is so cold and ugly, especially when you get to land on this dream island!
 
I have been happily married for over twenty years, and I must say that even I was looking forward to having a blast with just the girls. Sometimes you need that time with your girlfriends without children and husbands/significant others.
 
Sonja and I have a special connection. I can’t explain it, but we click like sisters. We have so much fun together, even when we are doing absolutely nothing. When we have been away before, she always ends up coming into my room to do her makeup, choose outfits to wear, and just chit chat and lounge around. I knew Carole wanted the private bungalow away from everyone (as I'm sure Russ was sneaking in at night!). In the main house they had four bedrooms, and since I knew Sonja would always be in my room, I asked if we could have the largest room. Sonja and I would just share it. My room became "the room" of the villa. Everyone was always hanging in it morning, noon, and night.
 
I was surprised Russ came the very first night we were there. I must say, he held his own with us. He's very confident and charming. I love his smile and the way his eyes twinkle! He and Carole really make a great match. I made sure to be as prim and proper as I could possibly be when I was introduced to him for the first time. We were all jet lagged when we met him. We had been up since 4am and dinner was our first meal since breakfast!

I couldn't believe Sonja was bringing up the photo shoot with Heather. I decided to leave the table as I no longer wanted to be part of it and was hoping to get on a new page with Heather. I was hoping to bridge the gap and settle the rift between us.
 
Le Ti was so much fun! As you all well know, I love dancing! Heather and I suddenly bonded on the dance floor. Once Heather, Carole, and I got on top of the tables to dance, it was sealed. Heather and I reached an unspoken understanding with each other.

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How many times did LuAnn say Tomas looks like Johnny Depp? Was it just me or was she obsessing a bit over the way he looked? I really don't know why LuAnn would lie about having Tomas over to the home. And to say Italian people, not French?!

We were all surprised that Aviva was coming with Reid and that he would be staying in the villa. Aviva had always told us he would have business and stay at another location with a business associate. I was glad Aviva was coming, but I wish I knew under what circumstances before I committed. I really can't take that much time off away from my family, and if this was no longer a girls’ trip, I might have done things differently. Perhaps I would have left the next day after Reid and Aviva’s arrival or perhaps had Mario come? As we all know, I don't like surprises. LOL!
 
I’m off to Michigan tomorrow for three Ramona Pinot appearances! Check out the details through www.RamonaSinger.com, and while you are there explore my all new site a bit!
 
Until next time...

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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