I love it when old men with a bunch of fatty daughters come in and tell me I need to take their chubby female ward members out to shove their adipose cheeks with frozen yogurt. Because that leads to marriage!
There is some blunt honesty mockery.
I get that some women are bigger than others. It's a fact of life. Some women like tacos, some women don't. Fact of life. But the men in the ward are not responsible to take any girl out on a date out of some sense of fabricated "priesthood duty." If I ever become a YSA Stake President, I swear I'll fire the first bishop that claims the date and mate is part of the gospel. (Which now guarantees that I will never be a YSA stake president).