And so it has come to this. “Brainbuster: A Wrestling Zine About Mental Health.” The inside front cover features a “content (trigger) warning” that there is “frank discussion of depression.” The opening editorial on the next page uses “safe space” language. We’ve come a long way from the days of independent publications like Rapid Eye, Answer Me!, RE:Search, and the countless other zines of the past that were challenging and unpredictable. Now everybody is a self-obsessed baby. Here’s an opening line from one article: “In 2016, I flew to London to watch a wrestling show. I was there for nearly a week before the show, and things ended up being more stressful than anticipated… instead of triumph or relaxation, I felt suffocated… I had flown over with a friend… and we weren’t communicating well.” The author then ruminates on his luck to have been born white and “masculine presenting.” Did I mention this is a zine about wrestling?