I’m rewatching Fruits Basket and I am again finding it to be, by turns, funny, sweet, and poignant. But there are also times when I want to yell at the main character Tohru Honda to grow a spine and slap the idiots surrounding her around a bit.

Oh, and wear a longer skirt. I wonder what it says about me that I find skirts that short harder on the willing suspension of disbelief than involuntary transformations into the 12 animals of the zodiac (plus the cat)?