When my older sister convinced me to start watching Outlander, I was feeling meh about it. There were seven and a half seasons to catch up on by that point, and that seemed like a big commitment for someone so busy that she’s triggered by first-date questions like, “So what do you like to do in your free time?” (Umm, what is “free time,” silly Hinge match?) And yet, it took me literally only 30 days to parse through 83 episodes of the show. (That’s 83 hours, btw.) It was…well, addictive.