Where art the Female Villains?

Listening to 'Jail House Rock' And speaking of which; female villains. We really weren't on that topic but crime ladies and incareration tend to go hand in hand.
Question being posed; why aren't there more female villains in our books/movie/ everyday life (joking...hehe....ehehe.)  I mean REAL villains! None of this spandex-bathing-suit-catwomen crud. I feel like there is a gap in our fictional baddies. Where is the intelligent, slightly crazed, weapon trained, hard core villainess? This needs to be addressed. I think women have the same potential to be as imposing as men, granted in a different way. If only Hollywood would quit ruining them with skimpy outfits and put them into something they could move in practically. Also when they hit things aka flying objects, chunks of metal, other people, PLEASE DON'T MAKE THEM SQUEAL. Erg...


That's my beef. And it's a random one to be sure.

Signed up for NANORIMO. No one will see my face in the month of November. I suppose that's were my frustration stemmed from. Been reading current YA fiction that's on the market. Not encouraging. We need villainess'...preferably with brains.  Or any female character that doesn't whine that she isn't pretty or special...and then two chapters later discover that WHAT? I AM SPECIAL?  Also every boy within a 78 mile radius is smitten with her. Am I talking about Bella Swan. No. Well yes. THAT AUTHOR IS STINKING RICH?!
Ps. I was going to write a snarky spoof entitled Zombie Journal : My extra ordinary life in a small town where nothing interesting ever happens and also no boy will ever look twice at me because of my extreme awkwardness. Oh and I journal. So that means I'm artsy. (this may be several current books/ movies combined)
It would go something to the tune of:

In the small town of Ridldwithzombis there lived a moody, hair absorbed, slightly old fashioned tween age boy named Deadward. And an equally hair absorbed, more than moody, slightly awkward girl named Estelle. The met, were awkward times two and fell hopefully, irrationally, stupidly in love. They went on many adventures in which their love almost got them slaughtered on many occasions. The end.

Cash. Money in my bank. Oh, but wait...RING RING. Already been wrote. Dang it all.

I'll try again later with another mythical creature.