Zamaanay say keena, ya apno say,
is zehr ko peeyay hum, kis kay leyay?
Harrap diya to hum wafadaar ho ge,
Uggal diya to hum badzubaan ho ge

Ameer hu main, leykin haqiqat may ghareeb,
Mutmaeen hoon ke ye hii he mera naseeb
Aap apnay rastay aur main apnay rukh,
Milengey qiyamat ke din ese rooh berooh.

Rough translation:
This malice from society or (from) our own
For whom shall I drink this poison
I am loyal if I usurp it
I am an abuser if I reject it

I am perceived to be rich (because of greed), but really am poor
I’m satisfied that this is my fate
You go on your way and I on mine
But we will be come face-to-face on the Day of Judgement

The number of times I have been called a disgrace and shameful, because I held up a mirror (figuratively speaking). In the religion of Islam, if someone older than you is doing something wrong, then in a respectful way, you are allowed to correct them.
In Pakistani culture however, no matter how much you try to be respectful, when you correct an elder, then you are worse than mud on the bottom of a mouldy shoe. Which would explain why we have pointless traditions and customs.
I think, in all fairness, this is an issue in all cultures to a certain degree.

What did I call out, you may wonder?
For not raising a son to be a responsible husband, for a husband to not be a responsible father, for a father to be a bad role model for his children. For a man to not teach another man to be respectful to the women in their lives. For manipulating and emotionally blackmailing children.

This is just the beginning.