The lame fourth season—and the skeleton called Mischa Barton that marched across magazine pages—long ago took leave of the pop landscape. Now’s the time to experience the show with the same open hearts and minds we discovered it with. Relive the craziest outfits this side of Carrie Bradshaw; boy toys before they grew up; lesbian kisses; your 2005 summer soundtrack, expressly created for nostalgia’s sake; and, yes, actual written drama that puts those quasi-reality O.C. ripoffs to shame.