When I first learned about dishwashers I thought they were miracle devices . . even if they only eliminated the discussion about who was going to do the dishes! Which, during my youth, always ended up being Cher.
Then I discovered that one still had to carry the plates to the sink, clean them off, rinse them, place them in the dishwasher, put soap in the dishwasher, start the dishwasher at a time that does not interrupt the family, inspect the cleaned dishes and dry the dishes that were still wet as part of the process. And, of course put them away. That means the only thing the dishwasher did was soap up the dishes, rinse them off, and heat them up in the vain attempt to dry them off . . but, no matter if they don’t get dry. The dishwasher doesn’t have to be responsible if they are not all dried off!
So, there would have been a lot for Cher to do even if we had dishwashers. Not really a magical device.
And, that reminds me of hair dryers. Wouldn’t your hair dry on its own if you just washed it before doing the dishes? Two things at the same time. That would be economy.
Or, trying to learn French while you were sleeping, which was a popular fad until they learned that people were dying of sleep apnea. I guess it might help to speak French at the Pearly Gates in case God was disgusted with some English speaking American political parties.
I am hoping that by the time I die I can say a couple of coherent words in French.
Parlez-vous Français, God?