It's been grumbled about for over a decade but The Frenemy has finally had enough and given a breakdown on how deeply, particularly financially absurd the lifestyle of Sex and The City's main protagonist was, especially in the early days (pre-book deal, pre-Big stepping up as sugar daddy, etc.) Clearly frustrated by her own struggles as a writer in New York, where "a good day is when you don’t think ‘maybe I should cook these garbage rats for sustenance’ and a great day is ‘i have 35 dollars I’m going to finally be able to eat something other than canned beans and Four Loko,’" Frenemy goes off the rails on the premise that Bradshaw earns enough penning a lone column to fund a one bedroom on the Upper East Side, A Jimmy Choo habit, daily cab rides, weekly brunches, cabs, cosmos, designer clothes, and condoms to come to the conclusion that Bradshaw would be $3,000,000,000,000 in debt. I think her emotions get in front of her math a little bit toward the end there, when she threatens to burn her diploma "to keep myself warm in my heatless apartment in winter" and "eat some ham off the ground," but it's a cathartic exercise nonetheless.

Probably not balancing her checkbook or paying off her credit card.
  • Probably not balancing her checkbook or paying off her credit card.

On a related note, did anyone else appreciate how the characters on My So Called Life had real, limited wardrobes and would rotate the same items in different outfits like normal people? I miss that.