The first red pill man I met was a teacher. My favorite class during middle school. He taught me a process and an appreciation for technique and craft that carried through everything I've done all throughout high school, college and my professional life.

Years ago, when notes on Facebook became popular, I mentioned that he was my favorite teacher. All these girls came out of the woodwork and complaining about what a chauvinist he was and their grades, yadda yadda yadda. I thought he was fair. But the point is regardless of how good the information was, these girls had a hatred for the messenger. I saw him as a man who genuinely loved the subject matter that he taught. He was solid in his mission. He also married a beautiful Japanese wife. He was living the life he wanted on his own terms. He was totally captain of the ship, in his marriage and in the classroom. I never noticed the sexism, as the girls who complained did so because they never got good grades in his class. When I recall their projects, I felt they got what they deserved. When I was a teacher, I had female students complaining that they weren't getting the grades they wanted. None of the males ever complained to me.

I genuinely appreciate what I was taught, as it has been the cornerstone of my work process and income stream. I also learned from the way he lived. When I started teaching, I emulated him and other teachers I admired.

I realize now, that back then, even as a child, he treated everyone in his class like men. As such, he had expectations of everyone that they would behave and deliver. He never had any issues with discipline because he had the respect of all the students. In retrospect, I can see how female students had a disdain for him. He gave them no special treatment and treated everyone like men.

Most importantly, he was happy being on his mission. Anything that we students gained from observing how he lived was simply us appreciating his example.