Taffy Brodesser-Akner

The ex-Twilight heartthrob explains how he drove a stake through his career and then resurrected it.

The CNN anchor on radical honesty, adulation, and doing the Paul Rudd workout.

We ♥ T.H.

An interview with the candid-as-ever designer-turned-director.

On the hurt, the loss, the confusion...and the only way forward she knows.

Word of advice: do not ask him to sign a Sling Blade DVD after a concert.

Think you know this story? Just you wait, man.

Wherefore art thou, JD from Heathers?

Go ahead, guess.

Just how normal has weed really become in America? Normal enough to bring your mother to a marijuana convention? What if your mother is a 68-year-old Hasidic woman? Taffy Brodesser-Akner spends one crazy Shabbos exploring the new boundaries of pot, parenting your parents, and our (totally!) paranoid future

It’s the church of choice for Bieber and Durant. It’s where the cool kids spend Sunday morning after Saturday night at the club. For ye of little faith, it’s hard to make sense out of Hillsong. Is it legit? Is it a hipster cult? And why’s everyone wearing Saint Laurent? GQ’s Taffy Brodesser-Akner joins the flock to find out if Christianity can really be this cool and still be Christian

Keep doing what you’re doing, Naomi

Do you ever see a super-old, super-rich guy out on the town with a super-young girl who's super out of his league and wonder, how the hell did that happen? This is how it happened. Taffy Brodesser-Akner investigates the bold new transactional-love economy

He's been killing it in comedy clubs for over a decade. He's written for SNL and 30 Rock, he's been an ace sidekick, an awards-show host, and a brutally honest celebrity roaster. Now, finally, he's got his own show on Comedy Central, so now, finally, it's time to talk about…Bill Cosby. Taffy Brodesser-Akner explains how Hannibal Buress stole the spotlight from himself

Meet David Ellison. Son of Larry, super-mega-richtech tycoon. Brother of Megan, indie-film power player. David makes movies, toohuge ones like _Star Trek into Darkness_and the new _Terminator_and flies airplanes and drives Ferraris and generally lives as large as a human being can. In fact, when you're a super-mega-rich scion like David, your problems really boil down to just one: How do you measure success when failuretrue, ruinous failure is inconceivable?

The First Rule Of Air Sex Is: You must have sex with air. No human partners allowed. The second rule of Air Sex is: All orgasms must be simulated. Or as the commissioner of the Air Sex World Championships puts it: "When you come onstage, you may not come on stage." The rest is up to you. Air Sex is the horny stepchild of air guitar, only instead of pretend fingerpicking, people pretend to do other stuff with their fingers, and mouths, and pelvises

So maybe he's not Walter Cronkite. Maybe he's done some famously awkward interviews, gotten his facts wrong, and made CNN the butt of more than a few jokes. But that won't stop Don Lemon. Because here's the thing: He can fill hours of nothing with a crisp, news-like something. No matter what he says, no matter how badly he screws up, he never blinks. That's his gift: He just keeps on going

Ever wondered whether your girl is with you for "the right reasons"? Or if your chest is alabaster-smooth enough? Or why you're lighting so many friggin'candles nowadays? That's The Bachelor, worming its way into your Y chromosome. And one man above all is responsible for this: Chris Harrison, the show's host for nineteen seasons and counting. But now there's a twist! The Bachelor's master puppeteer is a divorced bachelor himself, and it turns out that mentoring baffled single men is a lot easier than being one

She's done with the pink hair, and the bonkers outfits, and at least a few of the alter egos. Nicki Minaj is now in her world-conqueror phase—her new album, following two platinum-sellers, is immodestly titled The Pinkprint—and she's got a new message to go with it: This isn't all about butts anymore. Except for when it absolutely, positively is

The star of the Kroll Show is one of the architects of sketch comedy's new golden age

It's the funniest, timeliest new comedy on TV. And it proves what creator Mike Judge, America's finest auteur of stupidity (see: 'Beavis and Butt-head,' 'Office Space'), has believed for years: Idiots are everywhere— even in one of the smartest zip codes on earth. Though if you don't mind, they prefer the term "idiot savant"