Glenderful’s Shit List: Devin Booker

I’m going all-in on my manifesting era. It’s my birthday season—new year, new me-coded ambitions. Why dream small? If people can win the Powerball, I can absolutely manifest my wildest dreams. No cap.

First, let’s reclaim “shit list.” The old definition is giving… Nixon’s enemies. Cringe. My "Shit List"? It’s a sacred, delulu-to-rululu vision board of everything I'm consciously attracting in. It’s not about being canceled; it’s about being in full, glorious alignment with your deepest (and darkest?!) ambitions.

The inspiration for this vibe check? The 2008 cinematic masterpiece Step Brothers. There's a scene that’s basically a PhD-level dissertation on male sex appeal.

The thesis? The ultimate tier of hotness is when someone would link with you in a public bathroom—no talking, no dating, just raw, unhinged energy.

In a conversation between Brennan and Dale, they break down male attractiveness levels:

Brennan: "Some men are so hot that a woman would just do them in the bathroom, no questions asked. You have to figure out where you rank on that scale to understand your sexiness."

Stop, it’s literally the perfect barometer for where a man ranks!

So I'm starting my own list! A curated catalog of men who radiate that exact "may-I-be-your-toilet" energy. And if you make the list? You already know. Slide. ;)

Pardon the pun, but no more stalling. I'm in my Arizona era, so let's keep it local!

Devin Booker

I wasn't a huge NBA guy before moving here, but the Phoenix Suns? The energy at a game is a whole vibe. You don't even need to like basketball to get it. And me? I'd wanna meet Book in the PHX Arena locker room after a loss, not a win. Why? To remind him he's the GOAT. You get it. ;)

The Heritage: Booker is biracial—Black dad, Mexican American mom—and he leans all the way into his Afro-Latino identity. As someone who grew up in New Mexico? Point for Book.

The Fit: Let's talk about the frame. 6'5". All muscle and masculinity. Mmm. And the FEET? A dominant size 14.5. His Nike Book 1s? I'm drooling. Stable. Snug. Everything.

The Eat Page: His ick? He used to be a Raising Cane's chicken fingers stan. But then Kobe Bryant told him to eat clean. Now it's Sweetgreen and lean protein. But does he still sneak the tendies? Manifesting that I'll be the first to know. LOL.

And that ass? Watching him play is giving mania. Divine inspiration, destructive obsession—all of it.

Devin Booker? Welcome to my shit list. Let's make this happen, bro!