Save for a childhood obsession with The Spice Girls and a questionable fascination with ’90s-era his-and-hers dressing, I’ve never been especially interested in the Beckhams. But over the past few months, they’ve become impossible to ignore, joining that small category of families I seem to know far too much about despite making no effort to learn this information. It brings to mind a phrase so often used about the Kardashian–Jenners: everything I know about this family is against my will.
Despite not engaging with any Beckham content, I’ve been repeatedly served their posts, and—more strikingly—the commentary beneath them. What I’ve seen isn’t gossip so much as a noisy confidence among strangers: a sense that they are entitled to instruct Brooklyn Beckham on how to conduct his relationship with his own family.
