I forgot to mention one point when I was blathering about lists earlier this week: The easiest way to get on them is by asserting, truthfully or not, that you don’t want to be on them.
Behold, my incredible mancrushworthiness, from an entire list of the mancrush-worthy. Or something.
It’s nice to be called nice, but it’s even better that people wrongly believe that I am nice. Thanks, Eliot!