I saw this morning that Jeremy Zawodny get's some help cleaning his house from the Merry Maids. I personally can't get over the idea of a stranger touching my stuff, possibly snooping around, or otherwise invading my(our) fortress of solitude. The idea really creeps me out... maybe because I used to do this sort of work. When I was 13, I was hired by an elderly couple up the street to do various household chores. I worked about 1-2 hours a day after school, nearly 364 days a year. He was ex-millitary, and was a clean freak. Example: Every Saturday I waxed the washer and dryer with Mother's Gold carnuba wax; monthly I waxed the gas furnance and hot water heater. I was spared any cleaning in the bathroom... $3/hr under the table wasn't going to cover that. But the rest of the house was my responsibility. I did this for a few years until they both passed away. I didn't discover any terrrible secrets working there... but I just knew too much about them. For me privacy isn't just about making sure no one finds your stash of playboys... but also keeping the day to day minutiae of my life unknown too (I know there is some contradiction here since I maintain a blog.) Privacy is control over what details are public. There is also the problem that it would only take about 2 unsupervised minutes in my house to learn enough personal details to fully steal my identity, steal cool stuff, and/or befoul my toothbrush. No thanks. The only way I'd want to see a maid in the house is if my wife orders some trashy french-maid lingerie.