Oh, my dear blog.  Life got away from me these past few weeks.  I’ve been watching wrestling and taking notes, but the focused time to craft my posts has been hard to find, and my mind has been a thousand places.  There are so many things to say — about Lana the post-modern nationalist heel, about Stephanie, the most brilliant McMahon yet, about my thug heartthrob Dean Ambrose — and wrestling keeps charging ahead as I scramble to keep my critical head above water.  The only thing I can do at this point is jump right in and try to swim, throwing out my thoughts as they come, allowing them to accumulate and perhaps form a critical mosaic that makes wrestling make sense.  So Bray Wyatt and John Cena, that is where I will start.

By the way, if anybody still questions the connection between wrestling, epic, archetype, and mythology, note the Joseph Campbell (!) quote with which WWE opened RAW on Memorial Day:

“A hero is someone who has given his life to something bigger than himself.”

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