It's not anger I feel so much as a vague yet pungent sense of despair. For people who grew up poor, for people who've had to struggle, and especially for other LGB who haven't spent their lives shitting a rainbow of privilege, we observe these spoiled rotten tranny failsons and ache at how unfair it all is. But this is always how it goes. Debauched weirdos failing upwards, waiting for their parents to die so they can gain an automatic win and become wealthy for nothing. I've seen it play out several times already. I've personally watched creative, intelligent, funny people fracture under even the mildest stress because their wealthy parents allowed them to be weak, and they throw their whole lives away with this tranny shit, knowing deep down that they'll always be cared for and their lives have no fail condition that poses an actual threat to them.
At least the absolute clownshow of the tranch is funny, though. A radical experiment in mentally ill, wealthy babies attempting a nonsense, fantasy version of being self-sufficient and making their own way, only to fall at every ankle-high hurdle and larp as persecuted settlers. It's pure self-parody.