What I’m actually here to tell you is that, , nothing is what it seems when it comes to nostalgic cinemas. Hate to break it to you, but not every eligible bachelorette in the tri-state province too 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 exiting smashed from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid dresses not even Sears would sit to carry. But thanks to my attentive Google research, I’m now well aware that
my good job alternative has forced me to grow financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob be living in puncture if not for this thing announced skewed knowledge, or lease control for that matter. So here are the actual costs 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 necessitate living on an every day nutrition of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping binges) on a columnist’s salary, you’re out of your batshit mind. Her one-bedroom suite on the Upper East Side overhead her a whopping $700 a month( good one, lease power ), 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 narrations, 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 demon, 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 ground she stayed with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and also that wardrobe, 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, expensing $190,000 a month to lease, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I suspect this was worth settling 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 union without the actual wedlock itself, including the beautiful brick Baltimore loft on Federal Hill. Bless Jen’s heart for playing a character she actually had to live out in real life, but like, at the least they were only paying $2,280 a few months for a 2-bedroom. Steal.
Noah’s Waterfront House,
Noah’s fairytale fixer-upper was actually built in 1772 as a 4-bedroom waterfront owned on Wadmalaw Island in South Carolina. Its current monthly rental cost becomes 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 maybe they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on lumber bodies. But tbh, that guy could’ve constructed me a dumpster behind the house and I’d still be naked on his wrap-around balcony in record time.
Jenna Rink’s Apartment,
Jenna’s epic glow-up preceded her to become a big-time bitch periodical writer, so ensure that they are able to yield an suite on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On median, a one-bedroom in the building where she firstly stumbled out in lingerie moves for about $4,000 a month, or $1.3 million for buy. Regrettably, she sold her red-hot pro-hockey player lover and his thingy for her formerly fatty acquaintance, so none for Jenna Rink bye.
I don’t care what you say, is the most underrated J.Lo film of all time, and this is not up for dispute. Largely because we got a real glimpse of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as heard by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would expenditure $1,300 a month today #gentrification. But also because if J.Lo can marriage rich, then so can I. Pronouncing of red-hot affluent soldiers, 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 $12 K a month. Tell me enjoy don’t expenditure a act now. I’ll wait.
This monstrous houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust concerns. If I was never forced to sit through the already amazing plot of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror film. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two showers, and a lakeside dock and was last-place sold for$ 2 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 lake precisely screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hooker can’t render a bit nicer of a plaza, but Viv’s rates were apparently not cut out for big city income. Her accommodation in LA’s Las Palmas hotel moved for a whopping $185 a few months, although average area rates per darknes are now $300. This was yet another classic speciman of damsel in distress saved by fuckboy and his purse, seeing as Edward’s 2-bed, 3-bath penthouse suite at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel exited for $38,500 per week. No speculate I’m so fucked up.
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