quarterinch's blog post - washing up

Why is it that when I wash the pots and pans, I always have an audience, being spied on and constantly being told how to wash dishes. When I started to wash dishes there was no such thing as detergent, it was scraps of bath soap, left over or too small to use anymore and we put the scraps in a little gauze box with an attached handle and shook shit out of it in the hot water and then proceeded to wash the dishes.
Well now we have a dishwasher that does the dishes, bet we wash the pots etc by hand, only now we have dishwashing detergent and of coursr this has to be rinsed with clean hot water, so we don't have any poisonous detergent in our next plate of food. So what happened to all the soap I have ingested in the last 66 years?
Well, I believe it has gently washed out my system as I have eaten my food. When I try to explain this to the supervisor standing just three feet away, all hell breaks loose and get told that my stomach is probably made of cast iron anyway and I wouldn't know the difference. Are all women this picky or has my wife really got to know me over the last thirty seven years (20 June)?