Last week, I started watching the television series Felicity all over again after New York Magazine alerted me to the fact that it is on Netflix streaming in their Nostalgia Fact-Check column in which they rewatch an old show to see how it holds up years after it had gone off the air.
The verdict on Felicity: it mostly holds up especially if you are part of the demographic that went to college before Facebook and G-chat, meaning this old lady. (Facebook was only becoming available as I was graduating from college in 2004.)
While I agree with that assessment thus far–I’m partway through the second season since beginning a week ago, which should speak volumes about the present state of my social life–my point of fascination hasn’t been about whether or not the show is still good entertainment but how much my life over the last ten years has changed the way I relate to the characters and plot, especially the infamous Ben-Felicity-Noel triangle.

