Why new york’s

the place to be when

Conversations between our health editor Jet and I go as follows:

“My God Jet I really need to start making a ton of money.”

“Yeah or find a rich boyfriend.”

“I’m seriously contemplating that option.”

Because believe me, EVERYTHING is expensive here. Or at least everything I want to have is. A glass of white wine is hard to find for under 13 dollars. Prices of a cocktail start around 20, and then I haven’t even mentioned the shops yet. The shops, oh the shops. I made the conscious decision to work as a writer for a living and though I love it and all, never ever will I be earning a salary on a level that I really need for the following reasons.

– For a start I need a membership card for the Soho House. Which costs about $3000,- a year. And I need it because the Soho House is situated right in the middle of the Meatpacking District, it has a rooftop pool, a bar, a restaurant; pretty much everything I want. And need.

– Because I can travel around in Ubers like it’s no big deal. The subway may be quick and useful, but a sexy black car with an AC and a friendly driver behind the wheel truthfully is what I want. Uh, need.

– Because then I can go to Intermix (one of my favorite stores in the city) and buy EVERYTHING. If I could pick only one store for an unlimited amount of shopping, then it would probably be Intermix.

– Because I could have lunch at Sant Ambroeus everyday and not worry about the somewhat (extremely) expensive menu. FYI: Johannes Huebl (my fiancé, though he isn’t in the loop yet) comes here all the time. Case closed.

– Because I can go to The Hamptons in a helicopter. Yes that really does happen more often than you’d think since it’s only a 30 minute flight from Manhattan, so spending an afternoon in The Hamptons would be a piece of cake. Oh the life.

– Because I can drop by the drybar for a blow out everyday. We’ve mentioned before that New York is a joke when it comes to your hair. I usually tame my mains by straightening them, but going to the drybar for a perfect head of hair every morning is a much better idea. Duh.

– Because then I can always order champagne. It’s so festive. Last Friday we started off our diner at The Standard with a glass of champagne to be a bit jovial but hey it doesn’t come without a nimble price tag. Enter: the banker.

*Disclaimer: I was raised by a feminist mother and afterwards by an even more feministic surrogate mother and the first is probably rolling turning over in her grave after reading this and the second probably no longer wants anything to do with me. So don’t worry, I still stand behind my viewpoint that women should earn their own money. Honestly.