And come on, show of hands: who, like me, thought that Owen Wilson was still stuck in a seedy two-room apartment somewhere in LA, lamenting his days of better roles than those starring alongside Reese Witherspoon in crappy rom-coms, and all crazy, unshaven, and unstable?
However, unless he broke out of his emotional fugue long enough to impregnate a woman that I have never heard of just to retreat back to said bedbug-infested hovel, we are mistaken – Wilson, who has been dating Jade Duell for a year, has paid his rep to announce that the couple is having a child. Like, probably this week sometime. It’s supposedly happening this fast.
So wow. OK. Owen Wilson, a dad. It’s cool, I suppose I can get with it. I mean, it definitely beats the hell out of being all crazy and suicidal, you know? Plus, he didn’t get his nose fixed. And I think that counts for, like, everything.
This makes me very happy for some reason. I think it’s wonderful news, I do love Owen and wish him the best.