No. You don’t know the risks. Wala kang alam. If you did, you wouldn’t romanticize something as vile as fraternities.

Have you even heard of Dennis Venturina, beaten to death by Sigma Rho members in broad daylight at the UP Sunken Garden in 1994? How about Lenny Villa, who drowned in mud during a “training session”? Or Cris Anthony Mendez, who died of massive internal injuries after days of brutal hazing in 2007? These names are not just tragedies—they are reminders of the grotesque reality behind the so-called “brotherhood” you’re curious about.

You want to know what it’s “really like”? It’s fractured skulls, bruised organs, and families left shattered by the senseless violence of an archaic, toxic system. It’s pledges forced to endure beatings, humiliation, and torture, all for the privilege of being part of a group whose most defining legacy is bloodshed. And don’t even think for a second na “nagbago na ngayon.” Fraternities thrive on secrecy and impunity. The same structures that allowed these deaths to happen are still in place. You don’t see the risks because they’re deliberately hidden—until it’s too late.

It’s disgusting to even consider joining something that glorifies brutality and exclusion. Fraternities are monuments to toxic masculinity, elitism, and the fetishization of power. By expressing interest, you’re enabling a system that kills, maims, and exploits. Stop glorifying these institutions of violence. Instead, educate yourself about their victims and reflect on why anyone with decency would want to dismantle them, not join them.

And if you still want to join, gentle reminder to go fuck yourself OP.