Over at The Frenemy, a very angry young woman writes: "I’ve been out of college with a writing degree for almost a year now. I moved to NYC to pursue writing... but something’s been bothering me. Carrie Bradshaw, you gotta be tripping balls to have us believe that you can sustain yourself that extravagantly on that one stupid-ass column. You lying bitch! It’s a cruel joke! It hurts my feelings! You dream crushing, bone-crushing bitch." Stop trying to pretend that you can live in New York and have this overly successful life based on writing alone." (How can a pretend person pretend? The mind reels!)
The tirade against the television character continues, and she notes that Carrie (pre-book deal, and pre-making a lot per word at Vogue) probably made about $2,000/month (with an apartment that cost about $1,500/month, as we learned yesterday). Because why not try to prove your point against a fictional person with some fictional figures? In the end, she comes to the conclusion that Carrie is in $3,000,000,000,000 in debt, because "writing pays nothing" and Cosmos are expensive.
In real life, Sarah Jessica Parker has said that the city is pricey but "if you have the constitution and you manage to stick it out, it's well worth every obstacle and every stumbling block." Future Carries, do your research before handing over that security deposit.
