Comrades: The war on fraternities is one front of the war on men.
Now that the secret societies have fallen, Greek life and sports teams are the only spaces left in the modern college experience that have foundations of colorblind meritocracy and freedom of association. They impart valuable life lessons, rites of passage, and tight friendships that don’t happen anywhere else except the military. In America, there are 9 million alumni members of fraternities and sororities. Graduation rates, GPAs, and overall social and physical well-being are higher among Greeks than non-Greeks.
The campus administrator commissar class has smeared Greek life as antiquated bastions of -ist/-phobic toxic masculinity. They have launched extermination campaigns to replace fun traditions and shared values with atomization, identarianism, and longhouse passive-aggressivism. Due to these misconceptions, it was not my original intention to join a fraternity. I discovered that none of the bad stereotypes were true and it was one of the most transformative experiences of my life.
I learned more in the frat house than the classroom. Many of my closest friends today are fraternity brothers who represent all walks of life, personalities, races, religions, and nationalities. Most have become great fathers, husbands, and professionals. I would vouch for all but one of them, who happens to be a doctor. If you have a son, I would recommend that they consider Greek life. Steel sharpens steel. Banter builds character.
Today I will share my experiences rushing, pledging, and running a fraternity. It is a look inside the “animal house”. These stories are personal and spicy, so they will have to be paywalled…