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 arena 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 nutrition of Top Ramen and Frosted Flakes in a dumpster studio after travelling ended from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid garments not even Sears would stand to carry. But thanks to my diligent 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 called skewed feeling, or payment govern for that matter. So here are the actual prices 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 diet of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s payment, you’re out of your batshit imagination. Her one-bedroom accommodation on the Upper East Side payment her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, payment hold ), 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 floors, 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 piece of shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only ground she stood with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and also that wardrobe, but like, I get it. Their accommodation 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 rent, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I approximate this was worth reconciling 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 wedding itself, in particular 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 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 building up 1772 as a 4-bedroom waterfront property on Wadmalaw Island in South Carolina. Its current monthly rental toll extends 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 wood panels. But tbh, that guy could’ve built me a dumpster behind the house and I’d still be naked on his wrap-around balcony in register time.
Jenna Rink’s Apartment,
Jenna’s epic glow-up
and Regina George complex extended her to become a big-time bitch periodical editor, 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 get for about $4,000 a few months, or $1.3 million for acquisition. Regrettably, she sold her hot pro-hockey player lover and his thingy for her formerly fatty pal, 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. Predominantly because we got a real peek of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as pictured 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 marry rich, then so can I. Speaking of red-hot wealthy mortals, 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 $12 K a month. Tell me affection don’t overhead a thing now. I’ll wait.
This giant houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust concerns. If I was never forced to sit through the already amazing patch of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror cinema. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two showers, and a lakeside pier and was last sold for$ two million in 2014, so it’s a nice setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a move live on a dark pond only screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hooker can’t render a bit nicer of a region, but Viv’s frequencies were clearly not cut out for big city income. Her apartment in LA’s Las Palmas hotel ran for a whopping $185 a few months, although median chamber tolls per darknes are now $300. This was yet another classic action of damsel in distress saved by fuckboy and his wallet, seeing as Edward’s 2-bed, 3-bath penthouse suite at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel disappeared for $38,500 per week. No wonder I’m so fucked up.
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