Woe is me and the definite article the. It's all over the place and I'm developing an allergy to it. It must be some kind of a cross-eyed syndrome related to this cruel, difficult and horrible work of editing. And most likely one solution to such an allergy is some kind of a top ten list, of which there are probably a hundred million. All of which are titled "The Top Ten Reasons not to use The."
Then there is what some might call stubbornness on the part of a writer of pulp.
"I can use the if I want to!" Because the thing about Top Ten
Lists is that to follow them is a commitment to joining the Borg, and not to
follow them leads to titles such as "The Artist Formerly Known as Prince." Mind
you Prince really could dance, and if he's still with us probably still can.