Vogue editor launches new war on size-zero fashion My mother sent down a package of clothes that no longer fit her. One pair of pants was labled as a size zero. My mother is around a size eight; I'm a size four. I pulled on those pants and they fit beautifully. They even compensated for my lordotic curve. I called my mother and wondered on what planet a size zero was also a size four. Then I remembered, oh, yes, vanity sizes and fashion houses and particular designers. Numbers in fashion annoy me, sometimes. Would be nice if more American trousers and jeans for women went by waist and hip size, not arbitrary single or double digits that don't mean very much.
Eh.