Cast Blog: #RHONY

Kristen: Ramona is Out to Get Me

Kristen just wanted to play nice with Aviva and is shocked by her confrontation with "hypocrite" Ramona.

Heather is one of the strongest women/mommies I know! It is so hard to watch her go through all of these issues with Jax. He is such a trooper. I teared up watching when they were at the doctors. It's just so hard to watch, especially when you are a mom.

My playdate with Aviva: I walked into that playdate wanting to talk to Aviva about all of the #BookGate stuff. At this point, I was already much closer to Carole, but I wanted to give Aviva a "chance." After all, we had just met and she hadn’t done anything to me "yet." I wanted to clear the air about #BookGate and let it be known I am not involved.  

When Cash and I got there, I told her that I wanted to talk with her. So fine, we started to talk. She asked me to keep it PG in front of the kids, "non-hostile," and then she told me to "Shut the f--- up" two seconds later in front of the kids!! After she made a point of telling me to keep it PG in front of the kids -- can you say C-R-A-Z-Y! It seems obvious to me she is challenged in controlling her emotions. This whole scene is so insane to me. How can I not address the elephant in the room, #BookGate? All while she is telling me that its none of my business? At this point, a month later, it's everyone's business, which is why I felt the need to address it! She has made it all of our business thank you very much. All I wanted to do was tell her that I am here with her on this playdate to try and move forward despite all the crap thats going on. Tell her that I am not going to take sides. Then she flips her lid. Ahhhhhhhhhh, very frustrating.

Oh yeah, the squeeze toy with Ramona's eyes. Sometimes you just do things because you think that they are funny. I have been hearing about Ramona and her "crazy eyes" for years. It's funny, Ramona makes fun of her eyes and how the tend to bug out of her head. It's funny. I think it's funny. Sorry, Ramona. I guess Aviva didn't think that that was funny, but then again what does Aviva think is funny? 
Tennis at Ramona's: I don’t play tennis or bocce ball for that matter. I didn't know about the shoes. Oh well, waaaa waaa the new girl doesn’t play tennis.

I had to voice my opinion to Ramona about her not showing up for Heather's party. This was an intimate party celebrating her anniversary. I have no problem with her not going and I am sure Heather would agree. It's the RSVPing and just not showing up. Come on Ramona: the text message not going through? At least own up to it and tell her the truth why you didn't go.

Ramona's Fourth of July party: Gorgeous house and it was a beautiful party with great food and drinks. The moment I walked in, Ramona grabbed me and had her chat with me -- before wine even! Wow, I have to say I was shocked. She is just out to get me. Not my place to say anything? Do we all remember her getting involved with the fight at Aviva's house with Carole and Aviva? Hmm, was that her business? Can you say hypocrite?  Listen, in my book it's not OK to RSVP that you are going and just not show up. Ugh, #staytuned.


The Clambake: I was so excited to finally host a Clambake. It's an Elvis movie, as you know by now, so it's always been a dream of mine. I was very happy that Aviva’s friend pulled through for us with that fab house on the beach in Southampton! It's so crazy how this #BookGate thing just keeps circling and won't die. Please let it die.

Aviva getting a galley of Carole’s book is just making it worse at this point. And is a bit strange? I am confused as I am sure you all are. First she is super fan, then crazy hater, and now back to super fan?  Anyway, the party was gorgeous and so were the fireworks.

 

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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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