There’s no reason to assume just because somebody’s dad is a total shitbag weasel drug addict without a conscience that he will be too. Or that he carries those defective genes. In fact, I’m counting on the fact that shitbagness won’t be passed on in my own patriarchal lineage. Still, if I’m a chick (oh, that I were and had tons of toys) I might take a look at my dude’s dad before deciding he’s the ideal sperm donor for my progeny project. But, I know, yes, dear, you love him. Great. Jamie-Lynn Sigler, when your Lenny Dykstra grandson grows up to be 5’2″ and slapping you on the ass and stealing your shit, you’re going to wish you’d been knocked up by a guy with a boring dad who mows the lawn and whose credit report doesn’t read ‘Arrest on Sight’.