Man at His Best Before she summons me to a restaurant on the outskirts of Brooklyn on the first snowy, sleety day of the new year—and before she was an actor, a producer, a social activist, a fire-breathing liberal, and (drumroll, please) a one-time list-topper of the Maxim Hot 100—Olivia Wilde was a precocious, dramatic child bouncing around her parents’ Georgetown townhouse and prone, like many precocious, dramatic children, to being a pain in the ass. Her parents were (and are) celebrated, deeply serious investigative journalists by the name of Cockburn (pronounced the Co-burn way, not the phonetic way) who treated her more or less as an adult from the get-go. “And whenever I was being kind of a pill, whining or whatever,” she says, “my parents would say, ‘Oh,…
