Whether it’s blowing off fans who waited two hours to meet him or lamenting his lack of privacy to the New York Times, Matthew McConaughey always seemed like the type of star who wasn’t so much into the whole Hollywood grind.
Except when he realized he could command a cool million for photos of his baby with model Camila Alves. Now he’s kind of a diva.
He’s hired Todd Shemarya, the broker who handled photo deals for Angelina Jolie and Christina Aguilera, to pimp out those baby shots to the tabloids.
What alarms him now, Mr. McConaughey said, is the inevitable lack of privacy. He is looking for guidance from the actors like Mr. Newman who seem to be able to handle fame.
“Everyone loves a bit of mystery,” he said. “It’s like going after a woman. There’s got to be a bit of a chase, there’s got to be some mystery. That makes it special, doesn’t it?”
It doesn’t get much more mysterious or Newman-esque than nabbing the cover of People in exchange for the exclusive rights to your family life.


He doesn’t look pregnant.
Lack of privacy? Men who go outside without wearing shirts aren’t interested in privacy. This is like the girl with the big boobs going outside in a low cut top and complaining people keep looking at her breasts.
The current generation of Hollywood brats are going to be saints compared to the one’s now being bred to enhance their parents bank accounts and visibility. Children as career enhancements a new low for these freaks.
Oh Pasta - you do make me laugh. I don’t get the fascination with this guy - not very talented and kind of dense. For a long time I thought he was gay - still kind of do.
I think some of the fascination has to do with the fact that 94% of the time someone is photographing him without a shirt and he’s working out.
If I walked around that much without a top on I could get attention too. Probably not the kind of attention he does though, more like, “Hey lady, put a shirt on, no one likes stretch marks!” That would make me sad. I feel a little sad now. Where’s my candy bar?
He’s classless, overrated and grossly overpaid.