By now you’ve probably been buried under “Best of 2025” lists.
I’ve always hated those lists. You cannot crown anything “best” when the volume of output is this insane. And this year the firehose was worse than ever.
Rough scale of what dropped in 2025:
• 4 million books
• 3 million music albums
• 1.3 million apps
• 20,000 Steam games
• 12,000 movies
AI slop is part of the spike, but most of this comes from humans taking advantage of a world with fewer gatekeepers and less friction. In the 80s, releasing an album meant studio fees and paying for vinyl or CD runs. Today you record in your bedroom and push it to Spotify.
That’s the point. No one has read every book, heard every album, played every game, or seen every movie. The dataset is too large for any person, critic, or newsroom.
So why is legacy media still pumping out “Best of” lists? To preserve the fiction that they’re still the gatekeepers. It works only for people who still believe in their taste. The illusion weakens every year.
And I say this as someone who tracks gaming obsessively. I follow this industry closer than most people follow their own blood pressure. Even then, I’d never pretend to know the single best game of 2025. There’s always something excellent I missed.
People should stop hunting for “the best” and let themselves be surprised. Tastemakers can point you to a few things. But finding something on your own and realizing it’s your new favourite? That hits harder than any list ever will.



