You know Andy Cohen from your television. Not his face, necessarily, but his body of work: the runny-mascara reality empire to which the women in your life have become passionately addicted. The man is responsible for a lot of television. Some critically adorned (Top Chef), some culturally malignant (the delirious, multi-city Real Housewives hen party), and then some plenty popular but unremarkable beyond the circus tent of Andy’s home network, Bravo. As the head of programming—Andy has puppeteered each of the many dozen reality shows Bravo has put out in the past seven or eight years—he’s gotten his prints on huge chunks of pop culture. And along the way, the face of Andy Cohen has become increasingly inseparable from the kind of television he makes.