In my humble opinion, if you wish to go to a camp catering to certain clientele, that's fine by me. I would love to attend Rock and Roll fantasy camp IF i can afford the time and money.
Those who have that time and plenty of money already do so, by taking luxe shopping trips that would bust the pocketbooks of mere mortals. In these days, however, special camps running in the tens of thousands of dollars also raise the jealousy factor from those who can't snap their fingers, get a copter to the Hamptons, ride purebred horses, and have their own bottle service at a swank restaurant - all at the age of 15.
A better camp would be sending these spoiled kids to poorer areas and make them appreciate what they have. Give them a stipend of $200, force them to take low-wage jobs, and then attempt to stretch out a $220 after-tax paycheck for food, rent, and utilities. Force them to see how the other half really lives - hand to mouth, paycheck to paycheck - and you will see a change from asking for Daddy's platinum card to deciding that the Harvard MBA isn't as good as urban planning to prevent such horrors as open prostitution, drug use, and mental illness. Instead of being a junior partner at a hedge firm, there could be good doctors, psychologists, and others who, unlike politicians who pay lip service, actually perform the service rather than raise their noses against them.
Or go to an authentic camp in the woods, with no chances to bury your face in your cellphone, no scripted reality TV shows, no doormen to shield you from the rain, where bottle service is Coke and there are no Twitter feeds, selfish selfies, obnoxious hash tags, and no way of staying out past midnight unless you like chancing it with bears, coyotes, and snakes; and the only long vehicle available is a canoe.