She begins her Bravo blog, "Even though I’m not on the first couple of episodes, you’ll see me very soon. This season is exciting with the addition of a new Housewife, new adventures (think roughing it with cowboys), and more of the Housewifely drama that you’ve come to know and love! Since we were last together, my life has gone through some changes, including sending my daughter off to a top art school and watching my son grow into an confident young man as he finishes up high school in the city. I hope you will join me here each week, as I share my insights into everything RHONY."
So I'm really trying to make sense of Aviva Drescher. Like really. I initially thought she was a breath of fresh air on her first season of Real Housewives of New York. And then her dad arrived…as did her phobias (and no judgment on the phobias…I have my own compound of them). The next thing I knew she was slinging around the phrase "white trash" about Ramona Singer and Sonja "Sexy J" Morgan. While she wasn't quite wrong, I think you'll agree that her delivery fell very short. It was awkward. And awful. It was what reality television should be if you want to cringe a lot.
Imagine my surprise (our collective surprise) when she arrives for her sophomore season kissing more a$$ than I ever thought possible. She hated Ramona. That's fine. Own it! But her constant "you look fabulous, can we try to be friends?" coupled with "your hair is just so white, I love it!" (as a fan of the blonde bleach, let me assure you that white hair is never a compliment unless you're a Golden Girl). Now, Aviva, who does have the luxury of knowing how the season transpires, has decided to play the victim. She's like a gargoyle…and that's not me making that comparison…it's her! What the—?
The cast of The Real Housewives of New York season 6 turned out last night to celebrate the premiere of the new season. Sonja Morgan hosted the party at Tokya Sushi Lounge and Nightclub, which was attended by not only the RHONY cast, but a few visitors from other reality TV shows, too.
I have to say I'm excited for Real Housewives of New York. It's been awhile, there's new blood, and interesting shakeups. I reserve the right to hate to my little hater heart's content as the season progresses.
Speaking of new blood: meet Kristen Taekman. Kristen loves Elvis, hates being a mother, possibly hates her husband, is justifiably afraid of Ramonja and is prettttttteeeeeeey! She also seems sort of sensible, straight-shooting, and refreshingly sarcastic. So far I like her and I'm trying not to judge her by the company she keeps (ahem – Brandi Glanville!). I reserve the right to hate to my little hater heart's content as the season progresses.
So let's get on with it. First on the agenda: everybody hates Aviva Drescher. I mean, duh. Apparently Meviva's 6,500 meltdowns last season, coupled with her extreme arrogance and her perverted father (who is probably illegal in at least 40 states) won her more enemies than friends. And no one is even bothering to be her frienemy but Heather Thomson.
Heather is throwing a party to show-off her relevance (i.e. that she used to be a big wig at Bad Boy Industries. Holla!) and all the girls will be there which means it's the first time they're coming face-to-face with Aviva since the reunion. Carole Radziwill gnashes her teeth at the thought.
Another drawback to the need for prosthetics is the cost! Aviva, who is very involved in charities to provide prosthetics to those in need, reveals that she's spent over $1 million dollars on her own artificial limbs over the years. Yikes! Good thing Daddy Sleaziest is rich.
Ramona confirms she is moving forward and on the road to rebuilding her life after 25-years of marriage. “Things are what they are… life has a lot of hurdles and bumps. The good news is I feel good about me, myself, and I and who knows where my path will take me.” I think there's probably another skin care line in there somewhere. Ramona Singer Renaissance?