Very, very interesting. I may call them dishcloths in polite company but they're really dishrags. Fancy it up all you want but to me a dishrag is a dishrag is a dishrag. I don't use sponges, I have a very strong dislike for them. When I was a kid our dishrags were generally just that, rags. Old towels with holes in them got ripped up for rags and used in the kitchen. My mother didn't use sponges, I really don't know why.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance...the five stages of frogging.