<![CDATA[Jezebel: moeanderings]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jezebel.com.png <![CDATA[Jezebel: moeanderings]]> http://jezebel.com/tag/moeanderings http://jezebel.com/tag/moeanderings <![CDATA[Moeanderings…]]> On the news that Matthew McConaughey's dad died during sex. When Viagra debuted on the market in 1996, you see, there was a spate of sex deaths like that. According to the book Hard Sell, among old dudes, the consensus was, "What a way to go." But I always wondered how the wives felt about that, what with having the grief of losing one's soul mate and life partner compounded by the gruesome notion that they have just committed an involuntary act of necrophilia. Kudos to McConaughey's mom for sending a message to every post-menopausal woman with a husband on blue pills that: "Hey, he might die, but look at it this way: you get to live and tell the hilarious story." [Us]

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<![CDATA[Moeanderings…]]> Does anyone else feel like it's gotten to the point where "tinted moisturizer" is basically just "foundation" peddled under the same assumption that is supposed to lead me to believe my jean size is two? Yes that is a rhetorical question. But seriously, why is every skin-deuglifying treatment at Sephora these days suddenly either a "foundation alternative" or a "foundation faker" or some sort of $95 flesh-colored macrobiotic mineral-based non-toxic oxygen derivative? Who buys into this shit? (Ha ha also a rhetorical question.)

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