Welcome to Fight Club.

The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.

The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!

The Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over.

Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight.

Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas.

Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons.

Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to.

The eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight."

I just saw this iconic pleurocracy movie and was duly impressed. We often quote the 1st and 2nd rule but as I listened to the list of rules I was struck with how relevant ALL of them are to Married Red Pill.

The 3rd Rule gives us the rules of engagement. If a guy taps out or yells "I quit" then the fight is over- and the healing can usually begin.

The 4th and 5th Rules are often seemingly violated on Married Red Pill with several guys joining in to pummel a guy who is on the ground. That's OK in some cases! I don't think of them as fights but rather a beat down. Some guys need a solid beat down before they get built back up.

The 6th Rule gets us back to basics. No weapons, no tools. Just words and bare knuckles

The 7th Rule keeps us on point. Fights go on for as long as they need.

And the 8th and final rule was what really caught my attention because we see it play out again and again:

If this is your first time on MRP, you have to fight.

I urge all of you to take the time to watch this movie. Some of the lines are beyond precious and provide insight for the ages. Read the famous quotes from the movie and replace "Fight Club" with MRP in your mind:

The things you own end up owning you.

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive.

Narrator: Please let me have it... Please! Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you're gonna die.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

Narrator: I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden: No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.

if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.

When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved.

AND the BEST line in the entire movie that explains everything:

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.