Cast Blog: #RHONY

Sonja's the Hostess With the Mostess

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

Sonja's the Hostess With the Mostess

Sonja explains why Kristen could have used her tips, what she thought of the bossy fight, and what's going on with LuAnn.

I shouldn't say Kristen or Carole are bad hostesses. They just dont have the experience I have. It's been my business for decades now. I throw parties every week. I have dinner every night at my home, for no less then five people on average, and sometimes I have last minute dinners for tens of people impromptu. I'm asked many times to organize a Sonja In the City event in a matter of days. When someone else's plan falls through they can always count on me.

I also have huge team of people I have cultivated over years to do public relations, sponsor events, perform, help with the invites, RSVPs, decor, and anything you can think of when throwing throwing an event. For example the Sonja In The City charity event in East Hamption became tricky because I needed places for 90 actors, Broadway performers, dancers, and singers to stay. That was not easy, but my contacts over the years came through. Hotels, homes, yachts, you name it, they stayed there.

I am used to providing service, press, celebs, and a good mix of people and decor to create atmosphere to make sure the party goes into the wee hours and without incident! It's particularly important if you are on a private island or yacht. You don't want to be trapped with an unfortunate situation, like "Scary Island" (which I tried to circumvent) and have to fly someone out. I don't think Carole or Kristen have to be worried about creating that kind of atmosphere! I am critical of hosting, since it is my business, but I'm not that critical!!!

After geocaching I was happy Ramona took the initiative to have refreshments. I kept saying "Who has the refreshments?" They should have had a golf cart with a cooler. You didn't hear me saying that. I was dying in the dry woods looking for a box with dice in it as our prize. One piece of the dice! How do you say one dice? Die? Yes DIE! That what I wanted to do. It was hot, dry and dusty and no refreshements. Then you win one piece of the dice. Die.

I didn't want to wake up for glamping, but there is no fighting Ramona. You roll with the punches. She would not go without me for sure! I'm like her lucky penny. Boney Sony. She even wore my purple marchesite necklace from Mazzani Jewels inside out and upside down. It's supposed to go on doubled. She doesn't care as long as she has something of mine on. It makes her feel close to me.

When LuAnn says I'm like family it's because she knows we have that trust level. So why is she questioning it? I know our relationship will always be there because she is obviously going through something. People who know us both and especially my friends of decades know I wouldn't throw her under the bus. So her perception is just that her perception. Obviously I'm not jealous of her. I always want her happy. Hell! Who wants a friend nagging on them? We have only been friends for five or six years and mostly socially -- so I don't need to see this side of Lu!

The fight with Heather and Kristen wasn't surprising at all since Kristen has been outwardly judgmental and critical of everyone. For a new friend, I find it strange, but I see so many come and go. It's really not my concern. I thought she was fine as a social friend. It's when she called me delusional with her husband while not knowing my businesses nor my business plan that I decided I better not waste my valuable energy helping her. That's not the kind of friends that I have built my life with. I do NOT think what I have built is delusional. It's VERY REAL and I spend LONG, real days managing my businesses that I have worked on building since 14 years old. I have created tens of millions of dollars. I do not ask my girlfriends what they do to manage their finances and businesses. I support their dreams. I listen. I have built what I have from love and light, not from fear. I will continue to build while others try to poo poo my vision. There will always be those who are naysayers. But I have achieved much through visualization and will continue to dream and manifest.

I know people have mixed feelings about rodeos but I grew up barreling and love it. I am one with the horses, as I said I am a Sagittarius. However as a philanthropist who supports animals I do feel bad for the cattle being tied up. I asked about the belts they put on the horses to make them buck and was told it doesn't hurt them that it just makes them uncomfortable. The jury is out on that one.

I did get the hot dog. In fact, I'm in France now and it's dinner time so I could really go for a hot dog! I'm over here to get my things from my house that I sold. I texted Heather to say I was coming here to work on securing financing out of Switzerland on my French home and open it and prepare it for sale. That's why I missed her Anniversary party. I also thought the vibe would be bad if Ramona and I went.

Kristen's statement about Heather being bossy in her marriage crossed the line. I think when she couldn't get a rise out of Heather she resorted to that to get the attention she has been vying for all along. Ramona trying to make peace took the cake but of course she insults poor Jonathan in the process. I find him adorable and extremely attractive. Don't you?

I always make fun of Ramona's clothes, hats, bags shoes, etc., because she gives me comedic licence. Making fun of Ramona's big underwear was just a way to be cute with the girls (since no men were around) and to show my intimacy with her. I used to be able to call Lu "Pumpkin Head" and myself "Pin Head" like we did in London last year, but these days she is very sensitive. There is obviously more going on then she is telling me. When Ramona comes back with the fact I expose my "t--- and ass" I have to laugh. She's always been a prude compared to my half-naked modeling day ways. That's what makes our relationship dynamic and fun! We are Laverne and Shirley in that way. If she is down or I am out of sorts and we have a spat, it's just a sisterly tiff or an annoyance -- not a do or die. We are like the Golden Girls now. LOL.

I gave Kristen positive feedback during the happy hour because, whether you tick me off of not, I'm going to complement you when I think you are doing something great. I want people to do well regardless of my disagreements with them. I don't wish people badly. On the contrary, I want everyone to evolve and make this planet better for everyone, especially the children who are our future and innocent.

When Ramona comes back with "you expose your tits and ass " I have to laugh because she is such a prude in comparison to my half naked modeling days way of life. We are like Laverne and Shirley. That's the dynamic of our relationship that makes us fun! We are the Golden Girls now actually. LOL

I gave Kristen a complement during happy hour because no matter what our disagreements if I think someone is doing something great I am going to tell them. I never wish someone badly. I want everyone on this planet to evolve (like Aviva for example), especially our children who are innocent and our future. Missoula had very nice people. Paws Up is first class!

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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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