Nah. Definitely not the worst.

In his dotage, my father started feeling free to comment on the women in his life who were fat or getting fat. I ignored him or groaned at him or cried in private for a while. Finally, I was driving his almost-blind ass somewhere when he mentioned that the broken seatbelt in his car wouldn't work "because you're too…

Nothing like getting a message from a man your grandfather's age declaring you unfappable to motivate you to those Baby And Me yoga classes, amirite, ladies?

"I better hurry and tell all the ladies in the world what my penis thinks of them, so they can base their self-worth around it! You're welcome, ladies."