“Julian Jay, Rapper” skewes the lavish lifestyle of obscenely rich rock star social-media creators. Clips from his sold-out concerts – with seas of adoring fans chant along to his “rap” anthems – are juxtaposed with apocalyptic shots of “the ghetto.”
Adding another layer to the hypocrisy, Julian makes no bones about his side hustle: an OnlyFans account where he posts nude content for his 20-million-strong following. Provocative “gay for pay” for the camera alternates with being “real” and “from the streets,” all serving to elevate his celebrity.
Well, what the hell? Only puritans could object to such hijinks – claiming that these platforms promote unrealistic standards and foster a culture of envy. Haven’t movies and television shows done this for decades? The question arises: is the criticism of social media’s glamour truly about its authenticity, or is it rooted in an envy of the attention these individuals garner?
Hey, we should all be Julian Jay. Go for it. Why so serious?
