No, the Fraternity of Excellence is extremely pro-family and rejects anti-female sentiment. This is a space designed for men to learn from each other and embrace the healthy strengths unique to men, the same as all-women groups.
"Are you paying for a group of friends?"
No, the membership fee is the hurdle to keep out the unmotivated who refuse to put skin in the game. Membership grants access to a host of experts and professionals in a range of fields ready to educate and support men in all arenas.
"Is this another self-help group?"
You get out what you put in. Some members leverage the new connections to build 5- or 6-figure businesses. Others have found lifelong friends. If self-help is needed, those resources do exist, but this is a true community, not a gimmick.
"Is this just a bunch of nerds in front of their computers?"
No. Members meet up all over the USA and overseas several times a year, sometimes multiple times per month. These include large-group hiking trips, mountain retreats, combat training, and other group pursuits.
"How would it benefit me?"
This proven network helped members not only survive the COVID-19 shutdown but thrive. When others struggled and lost their homes, the members inside this group were prepared, resilient, and shared information and resources like a tribe.
If you're looking for a group of men dedicated to self-discipline and growth, and if you're tired of unmotivated slackers bringing you down, this is the chance you've been looking for.
Most men have absolutely no idea how to talk to their wife.
Their wife says, “Talk to me!” and he answers, “What am I supposed to say?”
Women develop emotional intimacy through talking. Men don’t know how to do this.
Here’s a thread on communicating intimately with your wife:
Women tend to be happiest when they feel USEFUL to the people they love. They also want to feel TRUSTED with inside information about how you’re doing and what your challenges are, again so they can HELP and BE USEFUL.
VULNERABILITY indicates huge trust.
What is vulnerability?
VULNERABILITY is revealing your weak areas. This terrifies men because we hate weakness, as it lowers our value and social status and exposes us to potential wounding.
Women crave to see weakness so they can be useful by helping their partner grow and shield his weak points.
I worked corrections. When you lock 100+ inmates into a pod and deny them freedom, they become problem-solving machines.
They get their dopamine fix by finding ways to screw over the authority holding them captive.
Our society is such a prison.
This is what 1984 got wrong. People don't fall into line when every scrap of hope is ripped away from them. People get angry. Especially people saturated with dopamine addiction.
When you shut off that dopamine drip and cramp their freedom, your pain becomes their new addiction.
The best part of this GME spectacle is seeing the hope in people again
It's like our society came back to life, from the grave to the feast hall
When I first started writing novels I’d obsess over every line edit my personal editor @BrianNiemeier suggested
He’d make about 4,000 line edits per book
Now I just pay him to make the changes and accept 99% of what he says because I know he’s good at his job
Be THAT reliable.
“But Adam, if your editor is rewriting part of your book and fixing up lines, isn’t that HIS book now? What about your ARISTIC VISION?”
Please. Do singers cease to be singers because recording studio workers and sound guys improve their vocal qualities to the max?
Artists suck.
I pay an editor to take my raw material and give me THE BEST POSSIBLE VERSION of the vision I’ve laid out.
I could spend 60 hours pouring over his every punctuation suggestion, or I could trust the professional I’m paying and WRITE A SECOND BOOK in that same time
Before he was born his mother left his father in the middle of the night and fled across the US, 3,000 miles. Took away his legal name. Got married and gave him his stepdad’s name.
No one could predict how bad it would get.
Thread:
She told him his stepdad was his real father. His stepdad was violent and abusive.
When my father was 15 he was tiny and thin, so his stepdad tried to sell him to the mafia who owned the nearby race track. Stepdad died before the deal went through.
My grandmother told my father “Don’t cry over him, he wasn’t your real dad anyway.”
Told him his dad was a violent drug addict who committed suicide and his family was evil, and she was all he had so he shouldn’t go looking.