They're called eyes; use 'em.

A variation on Male Refrigerator Blindness; Male Dishwasher Idiocy.

This is the illness of the brain that causes men to pull open the dishwasher, peer in, then scream across the house, "Are these dishes dirty or clean?" As if the day-old macaroni crusted onto the plates wasn't enough evidence.

A related malaise causes those same men to put dishes dripping with barbeque sauce and crusty bits of disgustingness in amongst sparklingly clean, just-rinsed china. Don't bother asking if they're dirty or clean NOW, fucker.