Ah, yes, now we are all verklempt, are we not? Well, let us cheer the eff up. Let's talk about ladies we love, in the spirit of continuing to rock our ladyness as the sun sets on Heartless Doll.

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• Beyonce, Sade and the meaning of race and "retro" [Feministing]
• What happens when you accuse someone of rape ... on Facebook? [Sexist]
• Amanda Marcotte supports a genital "nick" for girls. [Pandagon]
  
• How do you define a slut? [Feministe]
• The "new" Miley is no Britney. Is that a good thing? [Broadsheet]
• On Mother's Day, why reproductive rights are especially important. [RH Reality Check]
• Do men make better gynos? [Jezebel]
  
• I never tire of this lady pride-tastic call for ladies to toot their own horns. [Shapely Fucking Prose]
• A brilliant PR flak smackdown in the name of fat acceptance. [The F-Word]
  
• Sexism in the modern literary world, case in point. [Tiger Beatdown]
• When does an issue become feminist? [Racialicious]
• It pays to lie in your online dating profile. [Sociological Images]
  

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Anyone who follows me on Twitter* has recently been subjected to a barrage of tweets about Season 3 of Veronica Mars. You see, I stopped watching VM after the second season SUCKED SO HARD. I had no idea the third (and final) season was all Veronica Goes To College-y just like in BTVS Season Four when Buffy Goes To College! SQUEE!

And, unlike the original Beverly Hills, 90210 (which really went down the pooper when the kids all decided to attend the same fake UCLA school) when VM embarks on her path to higher education, Veronica Mars: The College Year is actually watchable. And smart. And funny. JUST LIKE IN BTVS SEASON FOUR WHEN BUFFY GOES TO COLLEGE SQUEE! Although I have to admit I was disproportionately angry when Veronica's new R.A. said "frak" and then had to explain it to her. Ugh. At least she's learning something important in school, though? I guess?

Why am I talking about Veronica Mars, you ask? What does a series about a smart, funny, forthright and beautiful girl with a penchant for investigating female hate crimes brought to an abrupt hault just when things were getting really good have to do with anything? Are you a moron? OUR BLOG IS SHUTTING DOWN. Do I have to draw you a picture? Because I will. I like drawing pictures. Anyway.

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Since Heartless Doll launched in July 2008, we've brought you lists concerning all things lady: news, geekery, beauty, fashion, sex, feminism, boozing ... the list could go on and on. In fact, today the list will go on, because today's list is a list of the top 10 top 10 lists, by hits, posted on Heartless Doll.

I've delved deep into the annals of our Google Analytics and am pleased to take you on a nostalgic journey through HD history.

10. Top 10 Best And Worst Things About Dating Nerds

Predictably, the Diggers were all a-digger about this nerd dating list I posted on April 22, 2009. For while dating nerds has many advantages, there are also some drawbacks--breathless sincerity and action figures in bed being two particular offenders.

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9. Top 10 Most Ridiculous Undergarments Worn By Women In Video Games

An evergreen favorite, Bonnie Ruberg's video game panties list continues to trend for Heartless Doll. (Video games and panties ... yeah, go figure.) One of our first, posted July 22, 2008, this list wants answers about Lara Croft, beach volleyball and how in the world underwear passes for armor in the virtual world.

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Because our links to videos of United States military guys doing awesome renditions of pop songs has gone over so well with our very randy readership, I think it's only fair to continue the tradition today with this video of Paul Rudd on Tim 'n Eric.

Sadly, while nude dancing is implied, it isn't shown. WHY DO YOU TEASE US TIM AND ERIC?

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YouTube has had no small part in this new era of overshare, not least of which is the apparent trend of putting childbirth videos online. But while there may be something educational and useful about a gaping, baby-producing vag video, I fail to see who in the world could care even the tiniest bit about "haul videos."

What is a "haul video," you ask? The New York Times is here to tell you, today: they're home-filmed vids featuring (mostly) women showing off the crap they just bought at Target or wherever.

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This Sunday is Mother's Day. Which means it's time to talk about the best mother in politics: Hillary Clinton. Gotcha! We all know that Chelsea had to chip her way out of Clinton's womb with an ice pick. The real best mother is Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi, who is such a good mother that she wrote a book to America's daughters entitled "Know Your Power."

Well, it takes one's power to know one's power, Madame Speaker. Not only did Pelosi pass sweeping health care reform, but she also birthed five children in her day. And, to hear her tell it, there's no better boot camp for political life than motherhood.

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Who knew Betty White used to hang out at the Marcy Projects and throw up gang signs with her boy Hova? Well, now the whole world does, because that's (one of the) joke(s) on her new SNL promos, advertising her appearance this Saturday night alongside Kristen Wiig.

HOLLA:

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Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman-the Trinity of DC Comics. Or at least that's what everyone says. In reality, it's more like The Couple, and not the boy-on-girl kind. Superman and Batman have always been more popular than their female counterpart. Why is that exactly?

Take a minute and think about Wonder Woman. What comes to mind? Most likely a strong, beautiful woman with a colorful costume. Comic book fans know her as the daughter of Amazons, born from clay of Themyscira itself and sent into the world of men. She prays to Greek gods and goddesses (and sometimes fights them) and is a member of the Justice League of America. But tons, and I mean TONS, of non-comic readers love Wonder Woman because of what she's come to represent.

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When there's a song by an artist named Mann, you know there's going to be some gender divide in the lyrics.

And this R&B singer doesn't disappoint, as his single "Text" talks all about how "his female" is freaky deeky when it comes to sending come-hither messages via cell phone.

The song is all about the wonders of text message sex, as well as how cellies are great tools in getting it on quickly--"Hit me wit a text," Jason Derülo sings, "It could go down, hit me, and I'll be around." Ah, hook-up buddies at their finest.

Now there's nothing wrong with having someone who's up for sex whenever on your speed dial as long as both parties consent, but Mann isn't really respectful in the way he describes his partner throughout the tune.

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Ladies, how many hours a day would you all say we spend fretting about our looks? 23? 75? And of those hours, what percentage are we focused primarily on our fatty fatness--real or imaginary? 100 percent? That's what I thought.

I just signed up for a boot camp group fitness outdoors-y class with a group of other writerly women. This is way out of character for me for two reasons. One, I don't like group activities that don't involve alcohol, and two, I don't like the outdoors unless it's a patio with a bar.

So why am I doing this, you ask? Well, I really like these girls, so there's that, but also, a long winter of whiskey-fueled karaoke, stress and moving three times has left me feeling a wee bit bloated, and although I practice Baptiste Power Vinyasa Yoga regularly, I feel like a major jump start to my metabolism might help my pants feel more comfortable venturing away from my hips and waist on their own ... like grown-up pants.

And yet, I can't help but think about the time it will take me to drive to the boot camp location, exercise, drive back and shower and how much better that time could be spent, say, writing a novel or creating a sculpture made entirely of cat fur and hair bands. And when I look at that time over the past however many years I have been alive and exercising, and then add in all the time I have spent worrying about and convincing myself and hemming and hawing and feeling guilty about not exercising, well, it's kind of totally fucked-up how much time I have devoted to the idea of fitness.

Anyway, here is a list of careers I realized I could have totally excelled at had I not been spending my entire fucking life worried about how my butt looked in jeans. Thank you society. I hate you.

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10. Yachtsman

I imagine I would have been able to navigate by the stars, tack to the port side (I just made that up), and keel haul a cabin boy like nobody's business if I wasn't busy trying to hold in my tummy while wearing a bikini top and sailor shorts.

9. Broadway Musical Star

One word. CATS. It's a really tight costume.

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A couple weeks ago, I asserted that feminists can still shave their legs. As a feminist leg-shaver, and generally as a lady who hates it when women are told what to do and not do with their bodies, I'm dismayed by hyper-policing of any aspect of female appearance, whether we're talking burqa or bikini wax.

Even if it's done with the best and most thoughtful of intentions--and many times, it is--I just can't get behind shaming and blaming women for their beauty practices, or lack thereof. Whether women are being told not to shave their legs, or not to wear a burqa, they're still being told how to be. How to be "right." Or "proper." Or "feminist." Who has a right to tell women what they should be doing with any aspect of their bodies?

Which is why I am totally digging this Prospect essay from Courtney Martin, author of Click: When We Knew We Were Feminists who says that a very femme pair of fishnets turned her feminist.

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Classic comedy fans, rejoice! The inimitable Joan Rivers has a documentary coming out about her life and work (and her life's work) and it promises to be a revealing look at the method behind her badass madness.

Now, I have a very particular way I like to enjoy my Joan--cocktail in hand, What Becomes A Legend Most? on the record player, dim lighting--but it looks like the film, A Piece of Work is going to be an excellent way to get to know Ms Rivers: