Here’s a bit of an allegory about life and marketing:
My friend Marci, part of the group of my long-time friends who assembled during my current visit to Stockholm, told a story of hitchhiking across Europe at age 20 or so.
Marci is from Hungary. At the time of this story, he was living in Budapest. As an adventure, he decided to hitchhike to Amsterdam.
(Of course, when Marci’s mom found out about this, she threatened, begged, and offered to bribe him with anything to keep him from carrying out his plans. “I’ll buy you a plane ticket,” she said. “You will get murdered.” “I’ll have a heart attack.” Marci, for his own reasons, refused to buckle and decided to go on with the hitchhiking.)
On day zero, Marci walked to a gas station where the town ends and the highway begins.
He positioned himself along the road where lots of traffic was passing. He held up his cardboard “Austrian border” sign to his chest. He smiled. And he started waiting…
And waiting…
And waiting.
Nobody was stopping to pick him up. Hours passed.
At some point, another dude on foot walked by. He saw Marci, and did a bit of a double-take.
“Have you ever hitchhiked before?” the dude asked. Marci admitted that he hadn’t.
“You won’t ever get picked up like that.” said the dude. “You have to go to the gas station and start asking people to take you.”
Marci, being new at all this, decided to follow the dude’s advice. So he went to the gas station.
It took him a long time to muster up the courage, but eventually he scoped out a couple that looked nice and friendly enough.
He jogged up to them and asked if they were going towards the Austrian border and could take him.
And… no.
Marci went back to stalking the gas station. It took more time to muster up more courage to ask somebody else. Once again no.
One more time… and another no.
After a half hour or so, Marci had managed to ask five prospects if they were headed his way and would give him a lift.
All said no.
Marci, learning his first lesson, went back to his spot near the highway.
As he was readjusting his cardboard sign for an optimal position on his chest, he spotted the dude who had earlier given him advice about approaching gas-pumping drivers and asking them for a lift.
The dude was lying in the grass and reading a book. And then, Marci saw the dude’s friends arrive. The dude jumped up from the grass, greeted his friends, and the lot of them headed towards the gas station.
They split up. They started instantly asking anyone and everyone who stopped to take them to just the next gas station down the road.
Within five minutes, as Marci looked over from behind his cardboard sign, the dude and his friends all hitched rides and were off.
I think you see where this is going.
The short and shorter of it is, Marci learned his second lesson. He swallowed his pride, went back to the gas station, and did as the dude did.
He asked anybody and everybody who stopped to take him to the next gas station. He got picked up soon enough.
It was the beginning of a long adventure that Marci still talks about fondly. But I won’t retell all that here. Really, as far as marketing goes, the part above is the relevant part.
It’s a kind of allegory for what I’ve heard described as “masculine mojo” versus “feminine mojo.”
Feminine mojo you are probably well familiar with.
It’s what Marci was doing from behind his cardboard sign. It’s also what blog posts are about… as well as Facebook and LinkedIn posts… and even emails like this one.
Masculine mojo, on the other hand, is more like what got Marci to Amsterdam.
It doesn’t necessarily involve going up to strangers, but it does require proactively approaching people, one by one, and asking if they will give you a lift — or a job, or their advice, or help, or whatever — and keeping at it until somebody says yes.
The point of this allegory is not that masculine mojo is better than feminine mojo, or the other way around.
My point is simply to remind you that these two poles exist. In many situations, a blend of both will give you the best results. And when one pole stops working, it’s almost certain that the other pole will work.
By the way, the terms “masculine mojo” and “feminine mojo” are ones I picked up from Travis Sago.
If you’ve been reading my emails for a while, you might get the sense I am about to plug Travis’s Royalty Ronin community, of which I am a member. And that would normally be true. Except, I got the following question from reader Michael Hinchliffe the last time I plugged Royalty Ronin:
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I have no idea what the Ronin thing is?!! Even after listening to Travis Sago yacking on, I’m none the wiser. What is it?
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At bottom, Royalty Ronin is a place to learn from Travis and to apply his ideas. The guy is as close to the second coming of Claude Hopkins as I’ve been able to find, and the results he gets and his students get back up my claim.
Beyond that, Ronin is a place where you can get access to all of Travis’s big courses on topics such as selling high-ticket offers ($5k-$50k) without sales calls and with email only… or partnering with business owners to take over and monetize their “trashcan assets”… or running communities on the back of an email list for quadruple the total value.
These courses, which have sold for a combined $12k in the past, are all available for free inside Royalty Ronin.
Finally, Royalty Ronin is also a place to partner with over 500 other business owners, marketers, copywriters, and investors, plus of course Travis himself.
Travis keeps fiddling with the front-end offer for Royalty Ronin.
There’s currently a free 7-day trial.
In the past, that trial has both appeared and disappeared. It’s not clear that, the next time this free trial disappears, it won’t disappear for good.
If you’d like to see for yourself what Travis is about, and why I keep recommending his Royalty Ronin community:
https://bejakovic.com/ronin