The Andy Cohen Diaries: A Deep Look at a Shallow Year

The Andy Cohen Diaries: A Deep Look at a Shallow Year

Andy Cohen

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1250078504

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Andy Cohen Diaries: A Deep Look at a Shallow Year

Andy Cohen

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 1250078504

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub



A year in the whirlwind life of the beloved pop icon Andy Cohen, in his own cheeky, candid, and irreverent words

As a TV Producer and host of the smash late night show Watch What Happens Live, Andy Cohen has a front row seat to an exciting world not many get to see. In this dishy, detailed diary of one year in his life, Andy goes out on the town, drops names, hosts a ton of shows, becomes codependent with Real Housewives, makes trouble, calls his mom, drops some more names, and, while searching for love, finds it with a dog. We learn everything from which celebrity peed in her WWHL dressing room to which Housewives are causing trouble and how. Nothing is off limits – including dating. We see Andy at home and with close friends and family (including his beloved and unforgettable mom). Throughout, Andy tells us not only what goes down, but exactly what he thinks about it. Inspired by the diaries of another celebrity-obsessed Andy (Warhol), this honest, irreverent, and laugh-out-loud funny book is a one-of-a-kind account of the whos and whats of pop culture in the 21st century.

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to leave the country. Now he plays in a league here, and during Gay Pride Week a few weeks ago his entire team surprised him at the bar he was at wearing T-shirts that said “Equality.” He said he was in tears—it was the happiest day of his life. I was in tears hearing about it. THURSDAY, JUNE 26, 2014 Had the hardest workout—I think we did seven rounds of boxing and kicking. He let me freestyle on the punching bag for a minute each round and I was a total disaster at it. I’ve been doing

some reason that struck me as a big relief. I also decided to buy a MacBook Air, which during the massage seemed revolutionary. My screeners have started coming for Oscar movies but I’m only getting bad ones so far. Oh, and I almost forgot, Cynthia Rowley’s jean jumpsuit arrived and it’s kinda like a denim Mao suit, very cool! FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2013 I texted Madonna inviting her to my Christmas party and she texted back, “Yes. I need to have fun,” and now that Madonna is coming to my

I plan on keeping the beard. The question seemed innocuous until I told her I’d probably get rid of it in a few weeks. “What are you waiting for?” she quizzed right back. Was there something I wasn’t getting about the hair on my face? Apparently there was and what at first was giving off a George Clooney vibe was now making me look like George Clooney’s elderly uncle, and it was time for a shave. I (blissfully) get barely any notes from Frances about the editorial of WWHL—she really lets us do

didn’t tell my mom beforehand; she would have been terrified. Sean is doing Dancing with the Stars. I hooked him up with Ricki Lake to give him advice. I want him to go far. I am 168 pounds. It was sleepover night! Dave came to the show (Seth Meyers was on) and back at my apartment we did what we spent four years perfecting in college: sipping whiskey, listening to music, talking about the imminent environmental destruction of our planet, and noshing. We lit a fire and cuddled with Wacha as we

whatever the hell I do in my apartment and I walked into the bathroom and saw a huge insect—an enormous waterbug—on the soap tray next to the sink. You would’ve thought there was a lion in the tub by the way I screamed bloody murder. It was like the fucking Hunger Games! I raced to the intercom and breathlessly, urgently called the doorman. “Are there any porters in the building who can come up and kill this huge bug in my apartment?” (This has happened before—roughly quarterly.) They were all

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