Totally Cooked.

Do you think in 1797, when early feminist icon Mary Wollstonecraft and journalist William Godwin welcomed their child into the world, they thought, yeah, look at this ultimate nepo baby?

Then, when their beautiful child Mary married Percy Bysshe Shelley, major English Romantic poet, were they pleased because their grandchildren would be the ultimate, ultimate, major, major nepo babies?

Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein, essentially inventing science fiction after Lord Byron—another giant of the Romantic movement—dared a group of friends to each write a ghost story.

But Google’s AI summary of other people’s questions says this is all just nepo baby shit.

I suppose no matter what you do, who you know, or how you live, you’ll never control how people interpret it. 

Eventually every complicated life gets flattened into discourse.