What I’m actually here is to say 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 neighborhood also owns a spacious duplex with an interior design replication of Z Gallerie. Like, I’m still waiting on a rom com where Katherine Heigl lives on a strict diet of Top Ramen and Frosted Flakes in a dumpster studio after moving break-dance from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid dresses not even Sears would countenance to carry. But thanks to my tireless Google research, I’m now well aware that
my poverty-stricken career choice has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob be living in fault if not for this thing announced skewed insight, or hire ensure 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 mean living on an every day nutrition of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s salary, you’re out of your batshit thought. Her one-bedroom accommodation on the Upper East Side expenditure her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, hire verify ), but in reality, the place would go for about $3,000. Actually, in REAL reality, the building is available on West Village, and is actually a 4,100 -square-foot house with four storeys, 10 rooms and six hearths. 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 fund was all Carrie was after considering he’s an actual piece of shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only reason she bided with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and also that closet, but like, I get it. Their suite was located on Fifth Avenue across from Central Park, but the interior was actually shot in a four-story walk-up on 62 nd Street, expenditure $190,000 a month to lease, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I suspect this was worth reconciling for.
Beth And Neil’s Loft,
Such a typical fuckboy Ben Affleck move( or just what I feel is something Ben would do) to have all the benefits of a matrimony without the actual wedding itself, including the beautiful brick Baltimore loft on Federal Hill. Bless Jen’s heart for playing a attribute 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 toll get 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 yield that, so idk perhaps they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on wood boards. But tbh, that humanity could’ve built me a dumpster behind the house and I’d still be naked on his wrap-around balcony in preserve time.
Jenna Rink’s Apartment,
Jenna’s epic glow-up passed her to become a big-time bitch publication editor, so being able to yield an suite on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On norm, a one-bedroom in the building where she first stumbled out in lingerie moves for about $4,000 a month, or $1.3 million for acquisition. Unfortunately, she traded her hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty pal, 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 dispute. Largely because we got a real peek of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as witnessed by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would cost $1,300 a month today #gentrification. But also because if J.Lo can marriage rich, then so can I. Expressing of red-hot wealthy mortals, the hotel suite rented 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 $12 K a few months. Tell me enjoy don’t expense a happening now. I’ll wait.
This giant houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust problems. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying plan of this movie, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside fright movie. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lakeside wharf and was last sold for$ two million in 2014, so it’s a neat setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a floating house on a dark pond simply screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hustler can’t afford a bit nicer of a residence, but Viv’s charges are reportedly not cut out for big city income. Her accommodation in LA’s Las Palmas hotel proceeded for a whopping $185 a month, although median room rates per darknes are now $300. This was yet another classic event of damsel in distress saved by fuckboy and his billfold, seeing as Edward’s 2-bed, 3-bath penthouse suite at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel get for $38,500 per week. No amaze I’m so fucked up.
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