Last year was a very bad year for Vogue. The magazine seemed to grow thinner and thinner, to the point of looking like a campaign flyer for the DNC.

Increasingly, Vogue mingled its usual stories on fashion and facelifts with blogosphere agitprop bashing conservatives and long, badly-done soft-focus pieces on feminist figures, for which the word ‘gushing’ is only too kind. In February came the puff piece on Hillary Clinton; in August, the flattering one about Huma Abedin; in October, the ground-breaking endorsement itself.