Why did I start my Shit List? To blow up the gatekeeping universe once and for all. For too long, a dusty old cabal has been sitting on the universe’s juiciest secrets. Well, newsflash: the vault is open, the kombucha is popped, and we’re all invited to the manifesting party. Think about it. If I’d gotten my hands on someone’s real, unfiltered Shit List as a kid? It would have been a cheat code to a life I didn’t even know was possible. It’s time to retire the gatekeepers. Th

Glenderful's Shit List: Sir David Beckham Let's get this out of the way: I mainlined the entire three-part Netflix docuseries on Victoria Beckham. Was it for Posh Spice? Hard pass. I was there for the real star—the man who could make a mannequin blush, whose tattoos could start a cult, and whose smile should be rated NC-17. That's right, the next addition to Glenderful's Shit List is none other than Sir David Beckham. Yes, Sir . Because the man finally!! got his knighthood fr

To even sniff  Glenderful’s Shit List, you’ve got to make me not just hungry—you’ve got to make me HANGRY . Salivating, feral, ready to devour. Politics? Opinions? Life choices? We can disagree—hell, we should . Dialogue keeps the world spinning, and all-or-nothing bollocks is why everyone’s miserable and starving. But when that raw, primal thing  hits? When a man walks in and the air bends to his will? Game over. Enter Kash Patel —the suit-and-tie masculinity, the watches, t