Matthew McConaughey Said Some Stupid Shit About The Redskins
Matthew McConaughey is the cover interview for the new issue of GQ which is an incredible read for anyone who’s currently obsessed with the McConaissance to a fault like I am. (And, yes, he’s aware of the term: “It’s a cool word. It sounds good. It’s got a good meter.”) Except you’ve probably heard by now that Matthew McConaughey is a Washington Redskins fan from Texas because of hamburgers (“First: 4 years old, watching Westerns, I always rooted for the Indians. Second, my favorite food was hamburgers. The Redskins had a linebacker named Chris Hanburger.”) and waded into the controversy over the team’s name with not exactly the best defense of it. So let’s get that out of the way for what’s probably the first time I’ve basically said, “You know what? Fuck politics. I want to hear about this dude’s diary.”
What do you think about the calls for the team to change its name?
Man, it’s twofold. What interests me is how quickly it got pushed into the social consciousness. We were all fine with it since the 1930s, and all of a sudden we go, “No, gotta change it”? It seems like when the first levee breaks, everybody gets on board. I know a lot of Native Americans don’t have a problem with it, but they’re not going to say, “No, we really want the name.” That’s not how they’re going to use their pulpit. It’s like my feeling about gun control: “I get it. You have the right to have guns. But look, let’s forget that right. Let’s forget the pleasure you get safely on your range, because it’s in the wrong hands in other places.”
But as a fan, it would hurt you a little to see the logo gone?
It’s not going to hurt me. It’s just… I love the emblem. I dig it. It gives me a little fire and some oomph. But now that it’s in the court of public opinion, it’s going to change. I wish it wouldn’t, but it will.
Yes, that was Matthew McConaughey wondering why we’re suddenly not fine with something that we were in the 1930s. Which is ironic because the interview ends with the writer saying a friend had mentioned it’s about time for Matthew McConaughey to “step in shit,” and this is his response:
Let him know: I step in shit all the time. It’s just that I don’t get that pissed off when I step in it. I just scrape off my boots. I’ve stepped in plenty of shit and will continue to. And by the way: Sometimes stepping in shit is good luck.
And for those of you wondering why I’m not even touching that gun control comment, it’s because I honestly have no idea what the hell he’s saying. It literally goes both ways: Matthew McConaughey thinks gun control is ridiculous because people are using their guns safely. Or Matthew McConaughey thinks gun control is necessary because too many people are shooting up elementary schools. Which is why I’m jumping right to Matthew McConaughey carries a diary that I will fucking hunt down with a goddamn whip and a fedora. And possibly a small Asian boy, but let’s get not into that:
On one knee is balanced a bottle of kombucha, the flavor of which, when combined with the packet of chewing tobacco tucked into his lower lip, can only be guessed at. On the other, there’s a brown leather journal with a turquoise clasp—a place to record stray thoughts, doodles, visual diagrams of future roles, and whatever else pops into his head.
“A man should always have his diary on him,” Matthew McConaughey says, grinning, borrowing from Oscar Wilde. “That way he’s guaranteed to always have something incredible to read.”
On top of that, he also talked about the time his dad died banging his mom and how proud she was that the EMTs saw his giant penis:
Did the family consider that a good way to go?
Yeah. Because that’s how he said he was going to go. He predicted it twenty years before it happened.
That must have made each time kind of scary.
Or kind of exciting.
And most surprising of all, he actually understood the words Rust Cohle was saying. Mostly:
The leanness carried over really well to True Detective. Did you understand everything Rust Cohle said in that series?
I mean, I understood a lot. But then, I spent many, many, many, many, many, many hours, if not days, writing to Nic Pizzolatto and asking, “What are you saying here? What does this mean? Why is he saying it now?” And then I was able to take it and make it my own. I’ve seen a lot of detective scripts since then, but none of them could wear the jockstrap of Rusty Cohle.
Again, read the whole interview and try not to get tripped up by the Redskins shit because, no, of course things that were fine in the 1930s shouldn’t be fine now. By that logic, we should all be shooting Tommy guns at anyone who tries to take our alcohol. — Actually, never mind, the man has a point. Put me down for that stuff.