Cast Blog: #RHONY

Fun and Flirting

Sonja refuses to get caught up in drama when throwing a party.

The long awaited Season 5 is finally here, and it will once again be our best season ever! We had the best ratings ever last season, even without our beloved Bethenny (I can't wait to see her new talk show!), and we will have our best ratings this season as well! It wasn't easy at first incorporating FOUR new stars. But Heather, Carole, and Aviva are troopers.

This season is full of glamour, iconic NY locales, international jet setting, parties, fun, and
of course...drama! That's just part of being six women in a fishbowl filming for many hours. That's why it’s called reality TV.

Let me just say you get to know the new girls right there along with me. Even though I had met Heather in business briefly before she joined the cast, I didn't really get to know her the way I do on the show. Same goes for Carole and Aviva. You can't judge a book by its cover. I meet people to like them, but some are onions to peel and others just blow up like a bomb!

Enter Harry! He is one of the best friends anyone could ever have, and we have been friends for decades. He has more friends that anyone I know around the world. He is fun, loyal, and a dedicated father. Witness him at my Masquerade Ball. He is the cat's meow. Being an aquarius he is inventive and very smart. His son with Aviva, Harrison, is a chip off the old block and will go far. He is quite the charmer.I have met Aviva a couple times before, but I never really got to know her. Despite what she might think, I never ran the other way when I saw her at a party! In fact, I must not have seen her or I would have ran up and said hi as is typical Sonja style and the Countess confirms this. Aviva did tell me that once I complimented her at school, so I don't know where that came from? I guess a misunderstanding.

Of course in true Sonja fashion, I decided to throw a party to officially introduce LuAnn and Ramona to the new girls and to get everyone acquainted. I have always loved entertaining and I think you have seen that in previous seasons. When I'm entertaining, I don't like to get caught up in the drama (i.e. Ramona and LuAnn this time), I just like to let my hair down and have fun and flirt with boys! FYI when I flirt with boys, it’s always the ones I'm not interested in. I do that to make them comfortable. If I'm really interested I get very quiet around them. My reputation does precede me, so I tread lightly!

Ramona was so nice to allow me in her home off season when I didn't have my rental, and I love to reciprocate by cooking my toaster oven appetizers. Ramona likes to reciprocate with a blind date and tequila shots. Both were certainly blinding. He was cute, but not quite my type. I go for the nerdy ones or the metrosexuals. He was a little too macho for me. More on that later.

Well, I'm staying at Ramona's, so I invite her to join me for drinks with Heather. Do you think that was a mistake in hindsight?

When Ramona scolds me for calling my ex my husband, she’s not trying to be mean. She's just caring as a friend. She thinks it puts out a bad message to future suitors. And...she's right! Her timing is just not right! I realize a hostess should not make a guest feel uncomfortable when in their home. But that is how Ramona operates, love it or hate it, take it or leave it! Ramona will be there in the worst of times for you.

Aviva offered to take me out for a pedicure. I never say no to a gift like that! I was happy she trusted me enough to share her story, yet kept it light enough to joke about it so we could discuss it freely. I'm happy we also discussed cross-marketing our children's charities, since I work with the Rusk Pediatric Center for Rehabilitation and that would be a perfect tie in for Aviva and prosthetic work with children.
You will see a lot of Ramona and I having fun. Our usual Frick and Frack that turns to fracas! We are the brunt of criticism as usual. I throw some fun parties, as usual. At least I had fun!

Trust me you're in for a bumpy but interesting ride! You get to see us women grow together and it doesn't get dark like last year. Thank goodness!

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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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