More Than Anyone Ever Wanted To Know About Matthew McConaughey
Every once and a while, a straightforward article appears that is just 2 degrees shy of being a parody of itself. The latest to fall gently into this category: Us Weekly's "Hollywood's Sexiest Single," a thorough, and ultimately pointless extended glimpse into the life of Matthew McConaughey, or, as I like to call him, Dudethew, because I have no doubt that he punctuates each sentence with that word.
In case you're wondering why
Us Weekly would run a 4-page article about Dudethew right now, the answer is simple: I have no idea. I think the editors just kept running across these fucking inescapable pictures of him obnoxiously exercising on beaches, mistook it for news of some kind, and so decided to write a really long article about the fact that Matthew McConaughey still exists, and, yes, he's still a douchebag.
In fact, an alternate headline for this article could have been, "Douchin' It Up: A Summer In The Life Of Matthew McConaughey."
A few highlights:
—"Pity any other single man who was at Hyde lounge in West Hollywood on the night of July 6th…'He looked messy, yet women of all ages were lining up to talk to him.'"