Welcome back to Stars Hollow, yall. The "Gilmore Girls" reunion is officially happening.

As a millennial who graduated from high school in 2006, a girl who has always enjoyed relationship-oriented dramedies and female-driven media -- and, yes, a verbose little goody two-shoes nerd -- I should be chugging celebratory coffees and talking way too fast while sporting a baby tee. (Does that sound right?) But forget "Gilmore Girls," I say.

What we really need is a "Felicity" reunion.

Now, OK, Im biased. Despite my aforementioned qualifications, Ive simply never gotten into "Gilmore Girls." Ive watched a few episodes here and there. I tried to binge it after its much-heralded arrival on Netflix, but -- how can I put this -- everything about it annoyed me. The Sorkinesque pace of the banter, Alexis Bledels monotone delivery and monoexpression face, Lorelais whole adorably-incompetent-parent schtick: it strikes me as artificial and sometimes unbearably saccharine.

In this era of dark comedies and twisted dramas, are we really ready for a jolt of early-aughts schmaltz?

But enough about "Gilmore Girls." Im not properly qualified to say its not worth a reunion at all. Im just saying: What about "Felicity"?

"Felicity" slightly predated my time, meaning the time when I realized I could watch TV if I just waited for my dad to go to bed rather than asking for permission. (Thats when I got really into "One Tree Hill," but lets leave that story for another day.) "Felicity" drew to a close just as "Gilmore Girls" was beginning, and it focused on the vertiginous independence of going off to college where "GG" is more about the small-town comfort.

Like many great shows of the past two decades, "Felicity" has found new life online -- you can stream all four season on Hulu, which is where I found it. I was skeptical of the dreamy theme music, which seemed to have no lyrics whatsoever; and of the whole voiceover gimmick, in which Felicity narrates the events to her old French tutor, Sally, as a cassette tape recording she sends through the mail instead of a letter. But I was wrong.

Watching "Felicity" as an adult, the entire show seems beyond insane from the very beginning. Felicity herself, played by the winsome Keri Russell, chucks her plan to matriculate at Stanford to follow her high school crush, Ben (Scott Speedman) across the country to college in New York City. Without telling him! She manages to befriend him, despite this very suspicious behavior, then puts her job in the admissions office and this friendship at risk by improperly accessing and reading his application essay. He does not respond well to that! Meanwhile, Felicitys adorable R.A., Noel (Scott Foley), has fallen for her, although she wears unflattering pants and has never gotten her eyebrows waxed. She gets together with Noel, then cheats on him in a fit of pique. She gets together with Ben, then cheats on him with Noel.

This is how the show unfolds: Felicity is our manic pixie dream heroine, stumbling from triumph to triumph yet consistently getting in her own way as only dumb kids can. Its infuriating to watch, and yet, I found myself thinking, was I any better as a college student? Over the course of four years, I too went from wearing unflattering pants to cute dresses. I too did unexpected things to my hair. I too became embroiled in romantic dilemmas that, in retrospect, involved some very questionable behavior on my part. I too treated friends carelessly and with selfish entitlement (though they werent always as quick to forgive as Felicitys loyal troupe of sidekicks).

In college, I, too, thought that my soulmate would be found within the limits of campus. I thought he was almost definitely the boy I was in love with that whole time. If Id been watching "Felicity" in those years, I probably would have been a Ben girl, even though he thought pizza was better than poetry (as if you cant enjoy both at the same time).