Gah, Anita and her stupid impossible body. The image it paints in my mind is practically cartoonish (imagine a waist-high stick figure with two enormous balloons strapped onto it...). Part of that is probably just the same problem that heterosexual women always have with describing an attractive woman (and the same is of course true for heterosexual men trying to describe an attractive man - it's tricky to convincingly describe an experience that you yourself have never had), but it's brought up to eleven by LKH's complete inability to show tasteful moderation. She's got an idea that being busty is good, so Anita has THE BIGGEST TITS EVER. She's got an idea that being slim is good, so Anita is THE MOST PETITE WOMAN EVER. What you end up with is so completely overdone that it just makes you feel uncomfortable.

As for clothes, I have no interest in them at all and my ambition for my personal appearance is less "look good" and more "try to avoid looking like you're both homeless and deranged," (and I'll leave it unsaid how often I fail to achieve that ambition... >_> ) but I do have some respect for snappy dressers and their eye for elegance - it's certainly an art form, even if I have no talent for it myself. So Anita can shut up, is what I'm saying. Or stop hanging out with people who are all obsessed with clothes, if it really bothers her so damn much.