While Bradshaw was portrayed as the least wealthy in her foursome, she still took cabs everywhere, ate all of her meals out (I use my stove for storage) and had a designer wardrobe to rival that of an heiress.
All this on her salary as a weekly columnist for a less-than-prestigious fictional newspaper?
Reasoning that the economy was better in 1998 than it is now, The Frenemy estimates Bradshaw's columnist salary to be $500 a week, or $2,000 a month. She then (arbitarily) doubles her monthly income to $4,000 - because everybody loves Carrie.
After deducting taxes, this would leave her with $3,850 dollars.
Assuming the rent on her Upper East Side one bedroom was $1,800, Carrie would have $2,050 dollars left to cover her bills and living expenses - $75.00 for gas and electric, $800 x 35 pairs of stilletos, $12 cosmopolitans, $8 cab rides multiple times a day, a million dollars for stupid a$$ clothes, and a trillion dollars for condoms.
In the bloggers understandable anger, the logic falls apart a bit, but we get - and appreciate - the point.
Still, The Frenemy really nails it home:
Carrie Bradshaw, you gotta be tripping b*lls to have us believe that you can sustain yourself that extravagantly on that one stupid-a$$ column. You lying b*tch!