The entire reason to make a list is to classify, to rank–in short, to waste your time on building an opinion that no one else cares about. While women occasionally do this (usually when trying to build the archetype for their perfect fiancé), it is more often than not “men” who enjoy arranging people and things in a chronological manner according to importance.
One conjures to mind “The One With the List” episode of Friends wherein Ross creates a document on Chandler’s new computer (telling of the decade) of things that are wrong with Rachel in order to decide if he should break up with his current girlfriend. Rightly, the list loses him Rachel’s affection and we’re doomed to watch the show for another eight seasons. The moral, of course, being that it is an extremely “male” thing to try to gauge what “the best” is. Others of a more dickful nature aren’t as apt to classify. It’s the more democratic (and socialist) thing to do.