What I’m actually here to tell you is that, , nothing is what it seems when it comes to nostalgic movies. Hate to break it to you, but not every eligible bachelorette in the tri-state neighbourhood also 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 exiting cracked from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid dresses not even Sears would stand to carry. But thanks to my attentive Google research, I’m now well aware that
my good career choice has forced me to grow financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob living a life in fault if not for this thing called skewed insight, or lease restraint for that are important. So here are the actual rates 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 diet of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping binges) on a columnist’s wage, you’re out of your batshit subconsciou. Her one-bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side expenditure her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, payment self-restraint ), 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 legends, 10 areas 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 fucking shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only ground she bided with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and too 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 few months to lease, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I guess this was worth determining 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 marriage itself, including 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 the least they were only $2,280 a month 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 rate proceeds 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 afford that, so idk perhaps they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on wood boards. But tbh, that serviceman could’ve built 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 guided her to become a big-time bitch publication writer, so being able to afford an suite on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On median, a one-bedroom in the building where she firstly stumbled out in lingerie proceeds for about $4,000 a month, or $1.3 million for buy. Regrettably, she sold 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 dialogue. Largely because we got a real peek of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as investigated by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would expense $1,300 a month today #gentrification. But too because if J.Lo can marry rich, then so can I. Addressing of red-hot prosperous souls, the inn suite hired 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 $12 K a month. Tell me cherish don’t expense a event now. I’ll wait.
This monstrous houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust problems. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying story of this movie, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside fright movie. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two lavatories, and a lakeside dock and was last-place sold for$ two million in 2014, so it’s a nice setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a drifting live on a dark reservoir precisely screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hustler can’t yield a bit nicer of a home, but Viv’s proportions were apparently not cut out for big city income. Her accommodation in LA’s Las Palmas hotel moved for a whopping $185 a month, although median chamber costs per night are now $300. This was yet another classic case of girl in distress saved by fuckboy and his purse, seeing as Edward’s 2-bed, 3-bath penthouse suite at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel led for $38,500 per week. No ponder I’m so fucked up.
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