Say what you want about Netflix and all their dumb PR screw-ups, but I still LOVE their streaming service. Is their selection the best? No, but whose is? I always manage to find tons of stuff to watch. Cult movies, random TV shows, documentaries nobody’s ever heard of—I spend way too much time clicking around on there, adding things to my queue. So I thought I’d share some suggestions with you in case you’re hard up for something to watch. Check back every Friday for a new streaming pick.

My latest obsession (and it’s one I am NOT proud of) is the TV show Felicity. Yes, the dopey, coming-of-age Keri Russell vehicle from J.J. Abrams. I never watched this show when it originally aired (1998-2002)—something about the mere look of the actors made something deep inside me quietly enraged—but when I saw that all four seasons were available for streaming, I decided to retroactively check it out.

Turns out this show is, in many ways, more frightening and strange than any horror film. If you’re not familiar with the plot, the main character (Felicity, duh) is a shy young girl just finishing high school in Palo Alto, who plans to go study medicine at Stanford. On graduation day she gives her yearbook to Ben (Scott Speedman, aka the guy who humped Kate Beckinsale’s navel in Underworld), whom she has spent the last four years worshipping from afar, yet never speaking to.

Ben writes some nice B.S. in her book about how he wishes he’d gotten to know her, and to have a nice life. As would any emotionally unbalanced young person, Felicity takes this as a signal that they are soul mates. She immediately drops her lifelong med school plans and moves cross-country to attend the University of New York, where Ben is going. That is straight-up nuts, like “lady astronaut driving 900 miles while wearing a diaper to kidnap somebody” level nuts. Especially since Felicity shows up for school only to find that Ben has forgotten her name, and has a new girlfriend. Ha ha, BURN!

It’s gotta be said, too, that this Ben guy is a total mouthbreaker jock type and I just don’t get the attraction at all, especially since Felicity is supposed to be this gentle, artistic nerd. But yeah, despite their “just friends” status, she’s attracted—even as she starts dating her dorm’s pantywaist R.A. Noel (Scott Foley). This attraction manifests itself in a variety of obsessive ways. She sneaks into the pool to spy on Ben as he tries out for the swim team, she rewrites one of his term papers before turning it in for him in hopes of raising his grade, and she even uses her work-study position at the school’s administration office to steal his file and read his college application essay.

This is all textbook psychotic behavior. If any dude did this on television, it would end up in a Mother, May I Sleep With Danger? type of domestic abuse movie shown on Lifetime. Just one of Felicity’s creeper moves might be enough to warrant a restraining order, but taken as a whole she comes off like Ted Bundy or something. But I think we’re supposed to find her and her actions romantic and charming. BLARF.

Also funny and gross: In the early seasons, Felicity is often shown blathering into a tape recorder as she makes drippy spoken-word “letters” she mails to her older (i.e., thirtysomething) friend Sally, who is voiced by Janeane Garofolo. Sally sends back equally morose cassettes full of her Chicken Soup for the Soul-style musings on life and love: “The hardest part about moving forward is not looking back.” I’m only mid-way through season 3 right now, so I’m not sure whether or not they’ll eventually show Sally in the flesh, but in my mind’s eye she’s a 500-pound, agoraphobic hoarder. If they do eventually show her and she’s a well-adjusted gal-about-town, please don’t tell me!

Despite an undeniably stupid and borderline psychotic premise, I find this show addictive as hell. Felicity has all sorts of overwrought college adventures with a cast of zany pals all clad in hilariously ugly clothing. XXL sweaters, pleather shirts, hugely baggy pants on guys and girls, way too many turtlenecks—it’s painful to look at, yet hard to look away.

It’s also fun seeing the young, fresh faces of actors who’ve gone on to appear in future J.J. Abrams shows like Lost and Fringe. You haven’t lived ’til you’ve seen that fidget tech guy Marshall from Alias walking around in S&M club gear. PLUS: guest stars! You’ll see Sally Kirkland, Tyra Banks, Ali Landry (the Doritos babe), John Ritter (R.I.P.), and Lionel Ritchie. What?!

Storylines run the gamut, from the dangers of collegiate gambling (complete with fratboy hitmen), marrying your gay boss so he can get a green card, unplanned pregnancies, and so on. Things start to move beyond simple love triangles and family issues around the middle of Season 2, after which you can expect Twilight Zone homages filmed in black and white, time travel stories—it’s really a total mess. I am mystified as to why I find it compelling enough to keep watching until 2 AM every night, so I can only recommend that everyone else start watching too so they can explain it to me.

Felicity on Netflix