What I’m actually here is to say 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 orbit likewise 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 croaking broke from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid garments not even Sears would stand to carry. But thanks to my industrious Google research, I’m now well aware that
my poor profession pick has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob be living in opening if not for this thing announced skewed knowledge, or lease self-restraint for that matter. 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 signify living on an every day food of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s salary, you’re out of your batshit judgment. Her one-bedroom suite on the Upper East Side expenditure her a whopping $700 a month( good one, rent authority ), 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 tales, 10 rooms 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 ground she stayed with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and likewise that closet, but like, I get it. Their accommodation was located on Fifth Avenue across from Central Park, but the interior was actually killed 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 approximate 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 marriage without the actual wedding itself, in particular the beautiful brick Baltimore loft on Federal Hill. Bless Jen’s heart for playing a reference she actually had to live out in real life, but like, at least they were only paying $2,280 a month for a 2-bedroom. Steal.
Noah’s Waterfront House,
Noah’s fairytale fixer-upper was actually building up 1772 as a 4-bedroom waterfront property on Wadmalaw Island in South Carolina. Its current monthly rental cost starts 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 timber boards. But tbh, that soldier 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
and Regina George complex contributed her to become a big-time bitch publication editor, so enabled to render an apartment on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On average, 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 acquire. Regrettably, she sold her red-hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty sidekick, so nothing for Jenna Rink bye.
I don’t care what you say, are more underrated J.Lo film of all time, and this is not up for debate. Mainly because we got a real glimpse of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as envisioned by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would cost $1,300 a month today #gentrification. But too because if J.Lo can marry rich, then so can I. Speaking of red-hot prosperous humanities, the hotel 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 $12 K a month. Tell me adoration don’t expenditure a happening now. I’ll wait.
This giant houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust problems. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying plan of this movie, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror movie. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two lavatories, and a lakeside wharf and was last-place sold for$ two million in 2014, so it’s a neat setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a waft home on a dark reservoir merely screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hustler can’t render a little nicer of a lieu, but Viv’s rates were apparently not cut out for big city income. Her apartment in LA’s Las Palmas hotel travelled for a whopping $185 a month, although average room tolls per darknes are now $300. This was yet another classic example of girl 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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