Young Alec Baldwin….

Fair enough. Who would you cast?

Dad's called morning star; would expect the offspring to be somewhat pretty.

She's probably better known for Pippi and Emil/Michel of Lönneberga, which is more slice of life, but I've always had a thing for the more fantastical stuff.

Also very good: The Brothers Lionheart, but I hesitate recommending that one, because that's some Grave-of-the-Fireflies grade stuff. But Astrid Lindgren doesn't just bring the whimsey, she's also really good with the heavier themes. No glossing over the difficult parts of life, but always a warm sense of humour and…

This makes me realize that Hollywood doesn't do enough stories about siblings, because I'm really disappointed that most of those aren't in production already.

And then Jay Harrington went on to Benched, which was also chancelled before its time.

Glad to hear the States haven't been Astrid Lindgren deprived after all. Ronia and Kalle are my favs.

Astrid Lindgren! One of my all-time favourites. Please tell me that at least Ronja Robber's Daughter and Pippi Longstocking made it to the U.S? Probably not, now that I think of it.

They did! Although, personally, I never quite got the appeal. There's only spot in my heart for child investigators, and that's Kalle Blomquist and his squad.

Foureyes Magee? That's adorably quaint.

Someone needs to make some kind of "Does the homosexual subtext become text?" analogue to the the "Does the dog die"-website.

My mum too likes telling how she's deeply grateful about not ending up with any of the guys she used to crush on before my dad and the older I get, the better I understand that sentiment.

I used to have a bit of a habit of falling for my friends' suitors. Technically there shouldn't have been any qualms about pursuing them. If friend wanted them, they could have had them already. But while they're courting the friend, you usually get enough of an impression to realize that you wouldn't be compatible…

I'm assuming oregon trail teenagers probably would have very limited choice in the matter in the first place. You marry the first person who's availabe and who your parents aprove of. You can blame your shitty circumstance when it goes wrong. Some consolation, I guess. I prefer the agony of choice, but I guess that's…

Sufficient passage of time will reliable do the trick for me. Afterwards, I can still theoretically reconstruct what I saw in the person (I have my patterns), and will still occasionally think of them with some fondness, but it's more nostalgia for the past self that was in love with them, I guess. They are pretty…

In my darker moods, I sometimes fantasize about offering sex to guys who would say that, in the most obnoxious manner, out of mere spite, just to teach them how very much they wouldn't actually want this. Then I realize that it's a pipe dream, because one single woman could never be sufficiently obnoxious on her own…

The problem is that people rather treasure their convenient blind spots that allow them to think of themselves as good people, even if they consistently pursue their own interests at the cost of others, so explaining how this indeed negatively affects others is an uphill battle not always worth picking.

Empathy and listening is worth a try, if
a) you'll regularly have to interact with problem-causing parties for the forseeable future anyway.
b) can afford the the mental energy/time it will take
c) can manage your expectation and won't be too crushed if it fails
d) it's a problem that's best addressed on the individual…

Yeah, that too. Severe concerns about me being able to pull them off. Actually the reason why I have exactly one pair I wear basically never.