Of course, the kids of rich people are rich, and life is unfair, and if your Daddy is a famous musician or a famous film-maker or a famous factory owner, then you too, will bathe in some of that reflected glory. Such is life. Always has been. Look at all the countries who had monarchies throughout history. Rich Important Daddy=Rich Important Child.
As attractive as meat without salt
But there the equation ends.
That is, unlike wealth, the artistic genes cannot be passed on from father to child. Artistic Talented Genius Daddy =/ Artistic Talented Genius Child. Sorry about it, but oh so true. Enjoy the wealth and fame, but do not pretend that you have Talent and Beauty (you do not) and that you too, are an Important Artist, like Daddy (you are not). Just concentrate on having a fun time, but have the humility to accept that you are doing what you are doing because of Daddy. If it hadn’t been for him, you would have had as much chance as getting in the movies as, as, well, any ordinary, pretty-ish girl walking down the street. You are so not movie-material, by yourself. But you have the right surnames. And so you got in.
And what is with this gentle sorrow? What’s your problem? What’s with the forlorn half-smiles? The wistful, faraway looks? Do you feel misunderstood, Poor Little Rich Girl? Are you frustrated by People Not Understandng You? They just Don’t Get It, do they? Even with all your wonderfully artistic performances, all those films, all the times you cried and screamed and waved your arms at the camera (you know, Acting?)- still, still, people think of you as your Daddy’s daughter. I know. Life can be so hard, so cruel, so unfair. People simply refuse to look past Daddy and see the Real You, The Real Wonderful Beautiful Artistic You.