This month, teeny readers in Shout, billed as being “It’s All About You!” are being offered a tin of vaseline “for kissable lips” along with problem pages on holiday romance and a love triangle and “he’s so hot” as well as “the only place that’s safe for you to share your cringiest confessional”.
Then there’s Bliss, with its pages of “sex myths binned” and how to be a better flirt.
The snappily named Teenage Magazine Arbitration Panel – which as far as I can see hasn’t issued a single press release for three years – bills itself as the magazine industry watchdog. It either has no teeth or is asleep.
And don’t get me started on the topic of make-up plastered teeny pageant queens and their pushy mothers.