What I’m actually here to be acknowledged 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 sphere too 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 food of Top Ramen and Frosted Flakes in a dumpster studio after starting break-dance from being forced to purchase 27 fugly bridesmaid garments not even Sears would stand to carry. But thanks to my careful Google research, I’m now well aware that
my poor career selection has forced me to become financially dependent on a rich male these bitches would prob be living in loophole if not for this thing called skewed impression, or rent see for that matter. 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 diet of brunch at the Plaza and weekly Chanel shopping binges) on a columnist’s stipend, you’re out of your batshit judgment. Her one-bedroom suite on the Upper East Side cost her a whopping $700 a few months( good one, hire verify ), 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 stories, 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 demon, 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 rationale she bided with him was because she forgot her Manolos, and too 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, expenditure $190,000 a few months to hire, or $40 -$ 50 million to buy. K fine, I predict this was worth settling 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 wedding without the actual marriage itself, includes the beautiful brick Baltimore loft on Federal Hill. Bless Jen’s heart for playing a reputation she actually had to live out in real life, but like, at least they were only $2,280 a few months 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 runs 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 maybe they offered him a sick 2-for-1 discount on lumber boards. But tbh, that boy 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 extended her to become a big-time bitch publication editor, so enabled to afford an apartment on Fifth Avenue is semi-believable. On average, a one-bedroom in the building where she firstly stumbled out in lingerie starts for about $4,000 a few months, or $1.3 million for buy. Regrettably, she traded her red-hot pro-hockey player boyfriend and his thingy for her formerly fatty friend, 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. Mostly because we got a real view 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 month today #gentrification. But likewise because if J.Lo can marry rich, then so can I. Speaking of red-hot prosperous soldiers, 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 $12 K a few months. Tell me desire don’t expense a thing now. I’ll wait.
This monstrous houseboat shacking it on Lake Union in Seattle is the reason I have trust topics. If I was never forced to sit through the already amazing planned of this film, I’d think this thing was straight out of some lakeside horror movie. The houseboat has four bedrooms, two lavatories, and a lakeside wharf and was last-place sold for$ 2 million in 2014, so it’s a neat setup. Still, something about taking a woman you literally don’t know back to a float house on a dark reservoir only screams R.I.P.
I’m not sure how a prostitute can’t yield a little nicer of a place, but Viv’s rates were apparently not cut out for big city income. Her suite in LA’s Las Palmas hotel get for a whopping $185 a few months, although average area rates per nighttime are now $300. This was yet another classic client 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 wonder I’m so fucked up.
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