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My Dirty Little Secret

I have a confession to make. Even though I consider myself a part of the Sex and the City generation, I never really watched the show. When it was on the air, I was working a night job and wasn't home when it was on. Since I was never the most skilled at home electronics, I wasn't able to consistently tape it. Working in entertainment news afforded me a way to know enough about the show to hold polite conversation on the names and dispositions of the main characters. However, anything beyond that was off-limits.

Like women everywhere, I was excited when the movie version came out. I went to see it, and was pleasantly surprised when I realized that I could follow it without having the benefit of everyone's back story. (Kudos to the writers for that.) It was so good that I saw it twice.

Of course, my curiosity is now peaked. What was it about Sex and the City that was so special that it sparked a pop culture phenomenon? Thanks to the magic of DVD, I won't have to wait long. I can purchase the box set, and figure it out at my leisure. Sounds like a plan, right? Wrong!

Did you know that a box set of the entire SATC series is $200? I'm just curious -- not desperate! The salesperson at Best Buy told me that it had originally cost $109 until the movie hit, then the price got jacked up. Typical. Circuit City said the same thing. Since I'm kinda jonesing, I went ahead and bought the first season, which should keep me occupied until I can find a complete set in the affordable range.

My next stop is the Internet. Amazon is selling a used set for $155, which is still too much for my inner Cheap-ina. So I do what every other bargain hunter does -- I go to eBay. I'm now locked in a bidding war with someone to get the set for $75 or less. If that happens, great. If not, I'll just keep waiting it out.

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