Sarah Silverman's been pretty busy in the last few years. She's starred in her own show, The Sarah Silverman Program, wrote a memoir titled The Bedwetter, and recently shared with us her favorite break-up songs. It turns out she's been doing a lot of writing with two of her colleagues from her Comedy Central show, and NBC has ordered a pilot for a series loosely based on her life.

Nearly five years ago, Christopher Hitchens wrote an infamous article in Vanity Fair suggesting that women aren't funny. The piece enraged a lot of people (and included a notion that women can be successful at stand-up comedy as long as they're "hefty or dykey or Jewish"), and put the female perspective in comedy at the forefront. Of course, there have been plenty hilarious and successful women in comedy, but it seems that in the few years following the Hitchens article the focus has been on proving how funny women can be. Today's New York Times piece on foul-mouthed ladies continues that trend.

We asked Sarah Silverman to tap into that special, one-of-a-kind agony that comes from an aching heart, and choose 13 songs that might help one get through it.

● Completely unfazed by the tattoos and cigs, Courtney Love thinks all these pictures of her daughter, Frances Bean, are quite nice. “Well yeah she’s beautiful,” she said. “What else did you expect! She’s my kid!” [NYO] ● Beyoncé is perfect, we know, and her habit of buying fans and staff pizza of course doesn't hurt. [Page Six] ● The Game went on CNN and apologized nicely to the Compton Police Department for tweeting their phone number and jamming their lines, so the police are dropping all charges. [CNN]

"The Cellar will keep you honest."

● Sarah Silverman's magic is real: her new book is called The Bedwetter, it comes out on 4/20 and she's finally done with that bum Jimmy Kimmel. [NY Mag] ● A Lady Gaga fan even more obsessive than the rest landed a job on her crew so he could take a photo of her dressing room and steal her paperwork. [ONTD] ● Psychedelic drugs are having a renaissance in the medical community for treating pain and depression and basically fixing everything always. [NYT]

Over the last two decades, Maxim has featured a bevy of beauties on its covers, from Hollywood starlets to sexy female sports stars. But like the unfortunate souls found on Playboy's worst cover-girl list, Maxim does suffer the occasional miscast. Although it may be interesting to see Fergie in a bra, even the mag's target audience might think twice about incorporating her into one's genteel nighttime fantasies. But Fergie's hardly the only gal who maybe didn't turn in her best work fronting for Maxim.

Whether you watched last night's Emmys on a dusty television set or on a shady internet stream prone to buffering and choppy playback (21st century chic, wave of the future, etc.), you probably noticed that TV's landmark three hour salute to TV seemed perkier than years past. And while a number of harsh elements threatened to barrel us to boredom -- like the dual monotone of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Patricia Arquette ("LOL! We both play mediums!" cried JLoHew as we eyed that Ambien hungrily) and Jeff Probst's acceptance speech (seriously -- over Padma Lakshmi?), the night was easily redeemed by over a dozen people. And one of them didn't even need to actually be present for her act of valiance.

Every year, Hollywood's TV elite have a circle jerk and many of us sit down to watch the reach-around because we're perverts or sad, bored, lonely people. The glitterati congratulate themselves on what a great job they all did and how they've revolutionized American culture for generations to come even though no one (apart from me, I suppose) watched The Comeback. And every year, civilians and TV connoisseurs alike are baffled by how increasingly inaccessible the winners are. If nobody's watching Breaking Bad, does that mean it's any good? (Well, it is, but that's not the point.) And also, if no one continues watching it after it wins the gold, then really, what use are the Emmys? Well none, which is why if this year's a bust, it may be marginalized to cable next year. With this year's crop of nominees (and slightly bloated short-lists), we could pick a few bones. For example, Entourage again? Two and a Half Men up for any kind of acting award? Why, Universe! Why must you reward crap? But enough despair. A run-down of what the TV gods got right follows.

Few things excite good lefty males -- chosen and goyim alike -- such as the prospect of a naked Sarah Silverman. Add in a conspicuous Barack Obama tattoo, and one can even get past the fact that it's an imaginative illustration (rather than a full-color trifold photo spread) from the capable hand of Louisa Bertman. Click the jump for a reasonably full version.