The print edition of Teen Vogue is gone. Good. Indoctrinating pigeons is never a good thing. Telling young girls how to think, act, and dress is not a good thing, either.
The rag tried to dictate to young girls how they ought to be acceptable Democrats, and it didn’t work. They primed them to be dutiful consumers of fashion houses, and when that didn’t work, they served them on a platter to the DNC.
At that age, you are not supposed to play by your parents’ rules. You don’t follow a political party: you tear them all down as you make demands, and then create your own.
Women don’t make political parties. Or cities. Or countries. On that, women are very far behind the men, and shame on women for that. We aren’t perfect, and we are not beyond questioning and criticizing.
Teen Vogue was always limousine liberal paradise that really hid reality from their target audience: sheltered girls who really do not understand that they are being exploited to think they are inadequate if they do not dress or think in a certain way.
It also kept hidden how disposable girls are when they do not have a mommy or daddy being the helicopter meddlers in their lives.
The girls who were thrown out of the house, who live on the streets, juvey, foster homes, and shelters find out just how expendable young girls are.
For all the lip service of “girl power”, girls are led down a garden path, thinking that they are empowered, gifted, talented, beautiful, and special.
Yet they are expendable and disposable. They have no idea what life is like if they are made to face that world with no one standing behind them.
And that is a huge weakness in modern feminism: it tells young girls that they have a power that they do not actually possess, and should they try to strike without understanding certain realities, they are going to get the surprise trampling of their lives.
Sure, women have power, so long as they understand the reality of the battleground, and publications such as Teen Vogue does an excellent job of presenting an illusion. It never showed the ugly side of what teenage girls actually endure: from sexual abuse, to societal misogyny to rape culture to no social service net should they fall through the cracks.
And it is a global crisis: from Boko Haram to human trafficking to polygamous cults to Hollywood sexploitation of minors to the covert genocide of Canadian Aboriginal women to Thailand pedophilia brothels, young women around the world have been tormented, tortured, and enslaved in disturbing numbers.
Yet in all the cheerleading of propagandistic rags such as Teen Vogue, girls get a very wrong idea of what life is in store for them. They don’t see that university may bring them in the clutches of their rapist at a campus party. They don’t tell these girls about the pay inequity they will face or the precarious employment that will forever alter their lives.
It will have vultures tell them how empowered they are, but not a thing about the sexual harassment or discrimination they are going to have to deal with until the day they die.
Life is not a place where a fairy princess can exist. It is a place where young women have no idea that they are soldiers in a war and often the battleground is their own homes and workplaces.
These publications see girls and women as pigeons to be fleeced: not audiences to respect and inform about reality.
And women don’t need another delusion to hold them back any longer. What they now need is strategy and a plan to truly breakout of their hamster wheels.