What I’m actually here to tell you is that, , nothing is what it seems when it comes to romantic movies. Hate to break it to you, but not every eligible bachelorette in the tri-state country too owns a spacious duplex with an interior design replica of Z Gallerie. Like, I’m still waiting on a rom com where Katherine Heigl lives on a strict nutrition of Top Ramen and Frosted Flakes in a dumpster studio after becoming separated from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid garments not even Sears would accept to carry. But thanks to my industrious Google research, I’m now well aware that
my poor career pick has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob be living in puncture if not for this thing called skewed insight, or payment controller for that matter. So here are the actual tolls of their humble abodes IRL, and it’s literally just as un-shocking as it is annoying.
Carrie Bradshaw’s Apartment,
If you seriously thought that Carrie Bradshaw actually lived comfortably( and by comfortably, I make living on an every day food of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s payment, you’re out of your batshit knowledge. Her one-bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side expense her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, payment restrict ), but in reality, the place would go for about $3,000. Actually, in REAL reality, the building is located in West Village, and is actually a 4,100 -square-foot house with four fibs, 10 chambers and six fireplaces. In 2012, it sold for $9.85 million aka Mr. Big’s slutty pocket change.
Carrie And Big’s Apartment,
Speaking of the devil, idk what the hell is Mr. Big even did for a living, but clearly money was all Carrie was after considering he’s an actual fucking shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only reasonablenes she abode with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and also that closet, but like, I get it. Their apartment was located on Fifth Avenue across from Central Park, but the interior was actually hit in a four-story walk-up on 62 nd Street, costing $190,000 a few months to rent, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I guess this was worth setting for.
Beth And Neil’s Loft,
Such a usual fuckboy Ben Affleck move( or just what I feel is something Ben would do) to have all the benefits of a wedlock without the actual wedlock itself, includes the beautiful brick Baltimore loft on Federal Hill. Bless Jen’s heart for playing a persona she actually had to live out in real life, but like, at least they were only $2,280 a few months for a 2-bedroom. Steal.
Noah’s Waterfront House,
Noah’s fairytale fixer-upper was actually building up 1772 as a 4-bedroom waterfront owned on Wadmalaw Island in South Carolina. Its current monthly rental rate runs for a whopping $12,000 — again, that’s PER MONTH–which translates to about $695 a month back in 1940. Fat chance Noah’s carpentry salary could render that, so idk maybe they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on lumber panels. But tbh, that man could’ve built me a dumpster behind the house and I’d still be naked on his wrap-around balcony in evidence time.
Jenna Rink’s Apartment,
Jenna’s epic glow-up passed her to become a big-time bitch publication editor, so being able to afford an suite on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On norm, a one-bedroom in the building where she first stumbled out in lingerie get for about $4,000 a few months, or $1.3 million for obtain. Unfortunately, she transactions her hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty acquaintance, so none for Jenna Rink bye.
I don’t care what you say, is more underrated J.Lo film of all time, and this is not up for debate. Chiefly because we got a real peek of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as looked by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would cost $1,300 a few months today #gentrification. But likewise because if J.Lo can wed rich, then so can I. Pronouncing of hot wealthy humankinds, the hotel suite leased by Christopher Marshall at the make-believe Beresford Hotel was actually filmed at the Roosevelt Hotel and the boujee Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, which would go for $12 K a month. Tell me enjoy don’t rate a thought now. I’ll wait.
This monstrous houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust topics. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying scheme of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror film. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lakeside wharf and was last selling off$ two million in 2014, so it’s a nice setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a drift live on a dark lagoon exactly screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a prostitute can’t yield a little nicer of a residence, but Viv’s frequencies are reportedly not cut out for big city income. Her suite in LA’s Las Palmas hotel led for a whopping $185 a month, although average area costs per darknes are now $300. This was yet another classic lawsuit of girl in distress saved by fuckboy and his pocketbook, seeing as Edward’s 2-bed, 3-bath penthouse suite at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel travelled for $38,500 per week. No amaze I’m so fucked up.
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