I’ll say this much for the young lady:

Were I to be the child of family so wealthy and so powerful as hers, I doubt very much I’d do more than sit back and watch the world go by. I’d tell time, like Bertie Wooster, by the type of food and/or drinks served, and would, in general, pass my time at the Drones.

It’s an odd thing, when you get down to it - she’s got every reason to live her life quietly, and could actually do rather well for herself with it. And yet, she takes up punditry. Odd sort of hobby.