Okay, universe, I see you. You slid into my DMs with a sign I couldn’t ignore – a certain Persian bad boy popping off on my timeline, and let’s just say the vibes were immaculate . The universe isn’t just moaning, honey—it’s screaming. So let’s welcome the absolute chaos demon that is Mike Shouhed to the Shit List. Manifestation? Completed! Let’s be so for real: Mike was the only reason to suffer through the hot-mess-express that was Shahs of Sunset . Was he problematic? Abs

There are certain men who've had me absolutely ravenous, like full-on hangry levels of craving. We're talking can't-focus-on-anything-else obsessed. So, without further ado: the latest addition to Glenderful's Shit List? Ben Affleck! Bruh, this sigma male is straight fire, and, I'm lowkey delulu about serving him—ngl, I'd be down to taste every last crumb he leaves behind. Say less, let's dive in. Born Benjamin Géza Affleck-Boldt on August 15, 1972, in Berkeley, California, a

Alright fam, listen up—Glenderful’s Shit List isn’t about those soft-boi vibes or teddy bear energy. Nah, this is the bad boy hall of fame. We’re talking edge, heat, and mania that makes you say, “Whew, okay, I’m weak.” So who better to serve this edition than the original tennis titan whose serve wasn’t just fire—it was a full-on inferno: Andy Roddick! Like, have you seen those arms? The kind of muscle that’s not flexing but just exists to steal hearts and break rackets. A