Here’s the list. And you know who isn’t on it? YOU.
I suppose it’s not all that surprising. GQ’s been on the cutting edge of the public consciousness since, well, never. And that article was obviously written by a committee made up of syphilitic hobos, mutant squirrels, and a single five-year-old who’s late for his nap. Still, take a moment to bask in the knowledge that someone, somewhere, thinks there are at least twenty-five people out there who count even less than you do.