What I’m actually here to tell you is that, , nothing is what it seems when it comes to nostalgic films. Hate to break it to you, but not every eligible bachelorette in the tri-state sphere 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 food of Top Ramen and Frosted Flakes in a dumpster studio after croaking smashed from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid garments not even Sears would stand to carry. But thanks to my attentive Google research, I’m now well aware that
my good career pick has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob lives in hole if not for this thing called skewed knowledge, or rent ascendancy for that are important. 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 entail living on an every day food of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s payment, you’re out of your batshit memory. Her one-bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side payment her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, rent restraint ), but in reality, the place would go for about $3,000. Actually, in REAL reality, the building was to be found in West Village, and is actually a 4,100 -square-foot house with four stories, 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 fuck Mr. Big even did for a living, but clearly coin was all Carrie was after considering he’s an actual fucking shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only rationale she remained with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and also that wardrobe, 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, costing $190,000 a month to lease, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I guess this was worth colonizing 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 union itself, including 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 the least they were only compensating $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 cost leads 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 perhaps they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on wood panels. But tbh, that husband could’ve improved me a dumpster behind the house and I’d still be naked on his wrap-around balcony in evidence time.
Jenna Rink’s Apartment,
Jenna’s epic glow-up preceded her to become a big-time bitch periodical editor, so being able to render an suite on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On norm, a one-bedroom in the building where she first stumbled out in lingerie proceeds for about $4,000 a few months, or $1.3 million for acquire. Unfortunately, she transactions her hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty acquaintance, so nothing 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 debate. Principally because we got a real glimpse of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as viewed by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would cost $1,300 a few months today #gentrification. But also because if J.Lo can marry rich, then so can I. Speaking of red-hot prosperous husbands, 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 $12 K a month. Tell me desire don’t cost a act now. I’ll wait.
This giant houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust concerns. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying patch of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside fright film. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lakeside pier and was last-place sold for$ 2 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 lake precisely screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a prostitute can’t yield a little nicer of a home, but Viv’s frequencies were clearly not cut out for big city income. Her suite in LA’s Las Palmas hotel started for a whopping $185 a few months, although median room tolls per nighttime are now $300. This was yet another classic instance 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 went for $38,500 per week. No wonder I’m so fucked up.
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