As you’re about to see, Annie is about to do something that Lynn considers to be very foolish. Said thing is to ‘sabotage’ herself by not obsessively fixating on every God-damned physical imperfection because the diseased mind writing the strip actually thinks she’s healthy. To a sane person, Anne’s lack of concern about her looks makes her a smarter and healthier person than the maniac tentpole character. To Lynn, this means that she’s shot herself in the foot by stopping worrying endlessly about the sole criterion of her worth as a human being.
This example of vintage morality would be bad enough were we not about to have our noses rubbed in the implication that her audible objection to being married to a shiftless, immature dullard is pretty much why the gormless prick made a lie of their wedding vows. Her Liography has too damned many examples of the goober moaning because his oh-so-fragile ego got bruised by a collision with the reality of his being him and Anne being too damned good for him for us to not get the message that she sort of brought her troubles on herself liking who she was and telling him to get off his lazy ass.