Written and performed by Katy Berry and directed by Berry and Jon Mayer, Thirty Pain is a fraught missive to every snowflake-bearing baby-boomer, a big fat “What the fuck did you bring me into, Mom and Dad?” set to a Casio keyboard beat.
There are dozens of these though, right? Music video “raps” about relatable life milestones blasted onto underfollowed social feeds? Yes, that’s true, but Thirty Pain – with more than its fair share of references to millennials as a spurned generation – offers something many of those other videos don’t: strong, pointed jokes.
Take this couplet, for example:
I started getting stretch marks when I was a teen,
So now my ass looks like it lost a fight with Wolverine.
Or this one:
I have three roommates, all stand-up comics in their forties,
They whine “Why don’t women like me?” while they quote Rick and Morty.
Less so this:
Sallie Mae, can you please get off my dii-iii-iii-ii–ick?
What this little diddy (that’s “Puff Daddy,” for all you 30-year-olds) lacks in avant-garde sensibility it more than makes up for with its earnest ode to a generation that grew up in a time when hopes were higher than Trump Tower and YouTube was just something we turned on to watch Andy Samberg and Chris Parnell rap about cupcakes.