Not to sound callous, but: An unexpected literary side effect of Owen Wilson’s supposed suicide attempt: Elizabeth Crane’s short story “Ad” has, one might argue, magically taken on a slightly more poignant tone, at least in certain parts.

… not in search of an Owen Wilson “type,” not ISO anyone who looks, acts, sounds like, or does an impression of Owen Wilson, in search of the actual Owen Wilson …

… except imagine you’re Owen Wilson, and you’re reading the personal ads, which is admittedly unlikely to begin with but imagine that someone who knows you, Owen Wilson, reads the personal ads and bothers to read this kind of long one and then passes it on to you, and it’s maybe a little weird, still, you read past the first few pages and get to the part where it says seeks Owen Wilson and not even seeks Owen Wilson type, imagine that, because it seems possible that you might be flattered, maybe you’d even feel luckier than usual that you were Owen Wilson (in the same way that some larger group of guys might feel lucky that they were 25-45, attractive, and successful), especially if there were any possibility that there were other days when you might feel that there were drawbacks to being Owen Wilson …

… the hope is that O.W. will exhibit an inviting and exhilarating humanity but also maybe it would be good if they were sort of equal, that maybe Owen Wilson also has some tolerable habits or defects of character, almost any manner of insecurity is acceptable and almost welcome as it tends to make her feel more normal to hang around people who also let’s say have occasional afternoon-ruining relapses into self-doubt …