Last year I saw Sex and the City 2. It was only partially voluntary: I hadn't seen a good friend in a long time and she wanted to make a big event out of seeing the movie and getting cosmos afterward or whatever with a gaggle of girls. So I went.
It was so bad another likewise cynical girlfriend and I couldn't stop giggling throughout the movie at its sheer ridiculousness. Really, Carrie, you're going to wear a face-crown for the gay wedding? Samantha, you're going to end up in jail or something the way you're carrying on in a well-known conservative country. And do not even get me started what they wore. It looked like someone with dissociative identity disorder pulled the clothes from the costume rack of a colorblind theatre troupe.
But the most unbelievable thing were, of course, the characters' New York apartments. The place Carrie shares with Mr. Big must have cost so much that I'm sure Sex and the City 3 features Mr. Big doing down for some Bernie Madoff-esque scheme he started just to afford it.
Now Felice Cohen is a real New Yorker -- and her 90-square foot apartment is much closer to your typical New York apartment than Carrie's digs.
Felice says she always wanted to live in Manhattan, and after finding her home through a friend, she's right at the heart of it all. With all of New York and Central Park "as her backyard," Felice is content in her 12' x 7' microstudio.
It's lucky that Felice, in addition to being an author and artist (who specializes in Shrinky-Dink art, heh), is a professional organizer. And I must say her place looks great. She makes good use of vertical space, building storage all around and over her desk. (But oh, girl, please don't stand on a rolling chair to get to the top shelf! You're gonna crack your head open on that lovely brick wall behind you.) Next to her workspace is a cozy chair for reading, and on the opposite side of the room is a kitchen area with a mini-fridge.
Across from the kitchen is her closet, and above that, her lofted bed. Felice said she had a panic attack the first night she slept there, convinced she was going to fall out. Just next to the closet is her bathroom, which is full of awkward angles. She says she sometimes sits sideways on the toilet, and in the video she demonstrates how she gets out of the bathtub (very, very carefully).
But despite the extra effort she had to expend in setting up her home, and the effort it takes to live in it, Felice is happy in her tiny apartment. She had only intended to stay there for a year, but now she's going on three. And with a rent of only $700 for a place on the Upper West Side, I can see how it'd be hard to give up.
Maybe she can spend the money she saves on rent on face-crowns. I hear they're popular out there in New York City.