It's good to have articles about all sorts of issues, but when fashion magazines try to sell feminism to us, who are they trying to kid?
Squashed between the airbrushed big-money ads and the back page listings for aesthetic surgery, somewhere amid the pages full of young, skinny people encouraging you to spend more than you earn on items that'll be dated in a few months' time, there'll be a feature or two that'll inevitably conclude that feminism is all a matter of "choice".
In other words, the magazine doesn't want to own up to the bigger picture - that they're a deliberately-constructed vehicle for creating all sorts of insecurities and purchasing behaviours, but if a publication puts enough motivational rhetoric about 'choices' on their pages, they get to pretend they're a cheerleader for modern women and women's right to infantilise themselves through clothing choices and to ignore their bank statements at the end of the month, because spending all the rent on shoes is a way of saying we're worth it.
Personally, I prefer to enjoy fashion magazines for what they are - glorified catalogues offering varying levels of visual experimentation. If there are thoughtful written features, that's a bonus. But I don't need magazines to pretend that they have my best interests at heart.