A future full of whiners

I saw a singularly distressing poster in the UC this morning. It advertised peer-counseling for winter-blues. What the hell? Is there a single thing that we don't need counseling for? Are we breeding a society of wimps who need to be cheered up by their peers for the mildest unpleasnt occurrings in their lives? Whatever happened to "Stop whining, old chap; pick up your socks and move on"? Next we'll have counseling for late trains, lost chewing gum, bad-tasting coffee, and other ridiculous trifles. Bah!