Maasi bashing on facebook; the new in-thing to do

Here is my first blog post after my recent perspective change

I'll start off by writing about something I've started noticing on facebook.

 Much as how much people term facebook as a silly social tool (in Pakistani at least), its only after you've spent time on the back-end of social analytics that you discover how much facebook trends & posts reflect what is going on the society's mind...

 Which brings me to the latest trend: maasi (maid) -bashing

 Yup, bashing your maid's incompetency on facebook, while your other (equally snobbish) friends will join in and sympathize with you and even offer to provide you one with better 'references' and endorsed 'skills'

 (For my non-South Asian readers, being a maid in Pakistan, or in usual Muslim Arab countries is not a very coveted job, unlike in the UK where house-workers actually charge by the hour and are more of a luxury than anything.)

 Coming back to the rants,  the first time I read one, I couldn't believe my eyes. 
Whats more, the person ranting was NOT at all someone who I'd ever think of behaving this way. 

But yes, apparently its acceptable to bash your maasi in public, moaning and ranting about how incompetent they are, how terrible your day has been because the maasi is utterly useless, or because <insert one-year toddler's name here>'s nanny keeps taking time off without telling in advance so now poor you won't be able to make it the sunflower-themed tea party (yes! one post will be about that too)

First world problems in the third world

 What escapes me is how can these girls, these women, these people just abuse women with no thought about how demeaning their act is... 
On one hand, half of their posts are about Islam and how they love/endorse/enforce doing 'all that is righteous and pious' and on the other hand, all this? Confused much?

Just because someone doesn't have a presence/voice on a platform basically makes it OK for you to go on it and have a nice little vent. Is this maasi not someone's mother? Someone's sister? Wife? Is she not a human? 

 Apparently not...

 So what if she burns a shirt? So what if she isn't working like a machine? Fine, as an employer you have every right to be dissatisfied, but when you air it out on a social platform, it sounds more like a whiny self-obnoxious snob complain about the quality of humans that he/she is being forced to endure. 
 
Complaining on social media platforms fits when talking about stuff you've picked off a shopping market shelf, but do realize ranting about someone's competency literally reduces them to an object!

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