I haven't even watched MAID yet, but growing up, I watched my own mom work as a maid. At the grocery store I used to pray that none of my classmates would be there to see her paying with food stamps.
I didn't just watch her work as a maid; I helped, becoming her part-time apprentice before I'd even turned eight. I got pretty good at scrubbing fancy, upper middle-class toilets in fancy, upper- middle class Summer homes on the Jersey Shore.
Seeing the toilet bowls of the "other half" first-hand, up close, at such a young age was eye-opening. It made me realize...
Rich people's poop doesn't smell any better than ours does. But I also realized those rich folks would never have the privilege of knowing my shit as well as I knew theirs.
Thank you for writing what you did. If nothing else, it's good that the show's "buzz" is prompting more open discussion about poverty & privilege.
