I posted this on the other thread.
I was the child of a lifestyle journalist influencer in the 90s, and I just thank god that 99% of the drivel my mum wrote about me was offline.
She wasn't famous by any stretch of the imagination, but media was so much more limited those days that we were still stopped in the street by people arguing with us about her opinions or cooing over us. I loathed the photoshoots and didn't even have a photographer at my wedding because I was sick of the breed. I am still in contact with her, but I loathe the decisions she made, and no, I'm not grateful that she loved us and brought money in. Because that's the bare minimum, not some kind of trump card.
As another poster said, this isn't about Brooklyn vs a refugee kid in a camp, or even just an ordinary person on the street. This is about the life his parents subjected him to vs the life of privilege and privacy he could have had with their significant wealth to protect him, not exploit him.
I experience the finest fraction of that, and there's no "two sides" to it when we KNOW that the Beckhams pimped their kids from day one, even when there were credible death threats.