I put 'em right up there with Astaroth, toilet paper, and coffee ice cream.
I drove on electrons, from home, out to Morgan Freeman's Ground Zero Blues Club, in Clarksdale, Mississippi and back, never lamenting the CO2 I wasn't spewing into the atmosphere, from my Oklahoma oil wells.
Grid-scale batteries will be more and more part of that calculus moving forwards.
Less 'burn-baby-burn' means more and more hundreds of millions of tons of 'forever-plastics' in the Pacific Gyre, so, one day, I can drive to Honolulu for my fresh pineapple. I make money either way!
PS, I just love the smell of burning Lithium in the morning.