What I’m actually here to be acknowledged is that, , nothing is what it seems when it comes to romantic movies. Hate to break it to you, but not every eligible bachelorette in the tri-state neighborhood also 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 travelling broke 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 job option has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob living a life in defect if not for this thing called skewed perception, or rent restraint for that are important. 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 symbolize living on an every day diet of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping orgies) on a columnist’s stipend, you’re out of your batshit recollection. Her one-bedroom suite on the Upper East Side overhead her a whopping $700 a month( good one, hire self-control ), 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 legends, 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 fund was all Carrie was after considering he’s an actual fucking shit (# TeamAidan ). Literally the only ground she remained with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and likewise that wardrobe, but like, I get it. Their accommodation 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 few months to rent, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I predict this was worth determining for.
Beth And Neil’s Loft,
Such a typical 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, 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 compensating $2,280 a month for a 2-bedroom. Steal.
Noah’s Waterfront House,
Noah’s fairytale fixer-upper was actually building in 1772 as a 4-bedroom waterfront dimension on Wadmalaw Island in South Carolina. Its current monthly rental rate moves 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 lumber boards. But tbh, that humankind could’ve improved 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 preceded her to become a big-time bitch publication editor, so enabled to render an apartment on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On median, a one-bedroom in the building where she firstly stumbled out in lingerie exits for about $4,000 a month, or $1.3 million for purchase. Unfortunately, she sold her red-hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty friend, 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 debate. Mainly because we got a real glimpse of actual “Jenny from the Block”, as witnessed by her 2-bedroom Bronx apartment on E. 175 th Street, which would expenditure $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 beings, 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 $12 K a few months. Tell me enjoy don’t payment a thing now. I’ll wait.
This monstrous houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust issues. If I was never forced to sit through the already mystifying story of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror movie. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lakeside wharf and was last-place selling off$ 2 million in 2014, so it’s a neat setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a swim room on a dark lake simply screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a hustler can’t afford a bit nicer of a residence, but Viv’s frequencies were apparently not cut out for big city income. Her suite in LA’s Las Palmas hotel croaked for a whopping $185 a few months, although average chamber costs per night are now $300. This was yet another classic suit 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 went for $38,500 per week. No wonder I’m so fucked up.
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