I don’t even know if I can get to a place where I evaluate this as “good” or “bad,” because I’m too busy being a little squicked.
I mean, when your baby-daddy runs around town acting like a total douche and your entire family either openly hates him or secretly hates him, it’s kind of… evocative… to dress like you are going to stand over the bed and smack him five times with a ruler before making him do some sexual algebra on the blackboard of your thighs.