Funfiltered Episode #073 - "We Are No Longer the Youth of Today"

Week last, I was listening to another (another?!) podcast that shall go unnamed because time and attention are zero-sum games. I'm not gonna direct any stragglers elsewhere. I'm Mr. Monopoly, mothershuckers*, and while I mayn't have a moustache, a top hat or any real estate holdings beyond personal space, I'm in the GETTING business... Admittedly, if this boutique whinery that Jordan and I operate required any capital investment, we'd be redder than Chairman Mao. So it's good that the only things we pour into this enterprise are toil and bile. Upon this anonymous podcast, one of the hosts remarked that she had an aversion to compiling top-ten lists and the like, describing the endeavour as particularly "male". My curiosity tickled if not piqued, I dived into the scant research in this area. The first result coughed up by the search engine was an article reporting on a study that had concluded the following: generally, women make lists with greater enthusiasm than men, while men are more focused on ticking off the items thereon. So maybe not so uniquely "male" after all, huh? Of course, this study was about to-do lists and not "rankings"... So all a bit of a wash, really. I dunno. Something inside rebelled at the inferred venom of a thing being described as "male" even as I intuitively agreed with the assessment. It DOES feel like more of a "male" thing. This day and age, huh? equine lip-smacking So with our maleness explicit to you, cemented, indeed petrified, 'tis also the mating season. Consequently, Jordan and I are in hibernation (mostly apart, I might add, lest you get all hetero-directed homophobic about it), watching stuff and talking about it and that and unveiling this here, our TOP 10 of 2023, a list subject to infinite revision by the sands of time and the winds of aesthetic change. So all a bit of a wash, really. So why make lists? Well... because. *Writing this on Mother's Day, I am psychologically obliged to bypass any interrogation of this neology and why it sprang to mind. The horror of the peel-oriented imagery it conjures is surpassed only by that the word was coined on a whim to replace.