To paraphrase an old Mel Brooks joke, the people are revolting. ("You said it. They stink on ice.") Their cause, of course, is the unjust and untimely departure of our beloved Molly McAleer, the first and only Defamer-minted microcelebrity. Without Molls...there's just so many ways that sentence could end. Without Molls, we'd never have bodacious Kanye West airport kerfuffle/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle mashups. Or Harvey Levin sippy-cup hip hop sonnets. We wouldn't have a medley of D-list gays spelling their names on the red carpet.* And we wouldn't have the Mark Lisanti goodbye video, which never, ever fails to make us cry. Oh god—here come the waterworks again! We love you, Molls!!! *That was the one when we first realized this girl's a prodigy. Some stuff to do after the jump, if you can emerge from your comforter igloo:· Charlie Horse EP Launch Party at Hotel Cafe · Liz Phair at the Troubadour · Naomi Wolfe at the Los Angeles Central Library