The usual kulak/petty burshwá dipshit who "runs the family business" of leeching surplus value and sending some emails is usually proud of it, leave alone the shitstains with 4 surnames and zero heterozigous loci.
Same with PMCs in overpayed jobs, usually saying "yeah I got this job thanks to my uncle/frat top"
But then mediocre overvalued "artists" piss and moan about their daddy owning Sony not being a big deal in their astroturfed careers.
Why? Some people do end up actually liking their music, so who cares if they didn't have to audition a million times and waste their own few money playing virtually for free in shitty bars?
In a society that tries to keep up the facade of meritocracy and authenticity, the idea that your favorite indie musician is actually the son or daughter of a movie star, studio exec or record producer kinda becomes anathema.
I remember the bitterness I felt once I understood it didn't matter how talented I was or how hard I worked, that there was no way I could survive and also have the time and mental energy required to make art at the level I knew I was capable of. The artists I most admired at that time, I started understanding they had their basic needs provided for them, allowing them to pursue their craft for as long as they wanted. They could create freely without the constant mental and emotional stress of affording food and rent.
I admire working class artists who manage to do it anyway. I have my own issues, and my faculties allow me to either work enough to afford my art with no time to make it and/or output becomes depressingly low quality, or I barely work at all and have as much time as I need but poverty is a material and mental burden, knowing there is a very short countdown before I am homeless, so I just go back to work. I have artist friends who married high earners. I couldn't live with that kind of power dynamic in a relationship.