In '71, my sweet Bellevue gf spent the night & after I fixed breakfast with my cast iron skillet my Mom gave me, I ran out the to store & when I came back she was scrubbing out my 3rd generation seasoned skillet with a brillo pad .
It was almost enough to boot her out the door. Dumb Bellevue women. She had no idea what it was. She learned so I married her & she keeps our cast iron cook wear as it should be.