Has Wintour gone rogue or are we missing the point?

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I forgot Kim Kardashian and Kanye West had a baby until this hotly contested Kimye Vogue cover made its online debut (photographed by Annie Leibovitz, naturally). I swear on my unborn children — whose names will be likened neither to fruit nor points of the compass — that’s a true statement, not some lame attempt at asserting my exemption from pop culture. Although I’ve never really cared to keep up with any Kardashian, Jenner or extended kin, I’m guilty of an episode or two. Also, I keep Kanye in the regular mix on my iPod shuffle (because I still have a shuffle), but that’s probably more forgivable.

Like many young women, I’ve spent a Netflix afternoon wrapped in a blanket burrito on my living room couch, laptap like a heat pack on my nether regions, in the company of Anna Wintour, Grace Coddington and The September Issue. When I caught my first digital glimpse of Vogue’s April 2014 cover, I tried my best to don my Wintour hat (an imagined version of the iconic bob) and understand how the same power women captured in that 2009 documentary could ever nod favorably in the direction of Kimye.

In the end, I sort of felt the way I did when my sister demanded my parents spill the whole truth about Santa — verbal verification of what we already knew and were afraid to admit. I felt disappointed and disheartened. Ignorance is bliss, but perhaps that’s precisely the point we’re missing. We’re pointing the wrong finger in the wrong direction. As the world’s favorite fashion and lifestyle magazine, it makes perfect sense that Vogue should choose to feature “the fashionable life and surreal times” of #theworldsmosttalkedaboutcouple.

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