If your satire is literally indistinguishable from what it is satirizing, it's not a very good satire. Like, it's supposed to be close to the mark, but you're supposed to be able to tell the difference. Watch the video without her words and, yeah, you'll see her taking the piss out of straight-laced old rich white guys, which is just about the safest 'fight the power' there is. She's rich as smurf, she's white, she lives in the first world - she is the power, not as much as bankers or whatever, but it's not an earth-shattering critique of power relations and oppression in the modern world. Not that it necessarily has to be, it's just going to ring a bit hollow when her feminist call to action has absolutely no notion of intersectionality whatsoever and she has a bunch of foreigners as scantily-clad backup dancers, twerking like there's no tomorrow.