You guys, we need to talk about Sonja Morgan.
I’ve always been sort of on the fence about the Real Housewives of New York City‘s most fabulous cast member. On the one hand, I love her spirit. I mean, for someone who has truly had the rug ripped out from under her, she’s oozing over with style and confidence. Most people over 40 (or under, let’s be honest) cannot prance around in a bikini and look half as good as Sonja looks on a bad day. Hot guys half her age are more than happy to sleep with her and she’s got dozens of twenty-somethings running around and doing her bidding for five minutes on television and some free cocktails – neither of which Sonja has to actually provide for them herself. She goes to fabulous parties. She has fabulous friends. She’s gorgeous in a natural, legit way. And more than that, she believes in staying positive and looking for the best in people. Sonja Morgan doesn’t care if you’ve got skeletons in your closet, she doesn’t care if you’ve done some dishonest things in your life. Everyone’s got to do what they’ve got to do, she figures, and good for them! Life is too short to worry about what other people think! This is an almost revolutionary attitude for someone in her position to have and I admire her for it. I really do.
But on the other hand…oh, Sonja, wake up. I cannot deal with people who choose to ignore their problems. I am a realist, through and through, and people who quote The Secret instead of being proactive about their situation make me want to go crazy and start throwing lamps and chairs and stuff. The thing is that no matter how positively you think, no matter what you believe the universe can give you, you’re not going to get jack sh*t on a cracker if you don’t do something about it. Sonja is just doing nothing. I mean, is she serious, with those insane business plans? From what I can tell, she wants to sell a full line of home products, but other than some logos that her interns made for her on PrintShop Pro and some illusive “manufacturers,” she doesn’t really have, like…anything, right? If the department stores aren’t biting – and they’re not, it’s been a year – she thinks it’s because she’s not thinking big enough. Um, you’re too fabulous for just toaster ovens? That is not something anyone ever actually said at a business meeting, I guarantee it. I don’t understand her. As a Housewife, and a popular one at that, she should be able to produce some silly line of products and make some money. For God’s sake, Teresa Giudice is a best-selling author and LuAnn had a single on iTunes. Anything is possible! But…toaster ovens? Oy.
I’ve seen a lot of people on Bravo act pretty delusional, but Sonja is really taking the cake lately. Between her obvious denial about her financial situation and her insistence on lashing out at everyone in her life, I’m afraid this story isn’t going to end well at all. Ramona, for all her mistakes, really does seem to care about her. At first, I thought bringing up Sonja’s financial problems was pretty catty (and maybe it was, but I am choosing to see the glass half full here) but when she approached Sonja and asked her to find a new apartment, well, I feel like she was coming from a genuine place of concern. Ramona, like me, is ready to throw a chair. Sonja needs a back-up plan and Ramona just wants her to see that.
I don’t know if Ramona will get through to her. Right now, Sonja seems to be pushing everyone away, choosing to hang out with “friends” who won’t bring up her problems. But I don’t think it’s working. Watching Sonja get stood up by Ben, her 23-year-old boy toy, was probably one of the most depressing moments in Housewives history. I mean, her sitting there, staring anxiously at her cell phone? Oh man, it made me cringe, you know? It was just so sad.
So here’s hoping that Sonja gets back on her feet. I’m going to light my Abundance Candle for you, Ms. Morgan, and drink a bottle of champagne in your honor. Cheers!