I’ve been following Gary Vaynerchuck (pronounced vay-ner-chuck) on Instagram for a long time. I haven’t really been using Instagram much, but whenever I would hop on there to look at something my wife had tagged me in, I would be greeted by some of Gary’s timeless “wisdom.”
I mentioned to a friend that I followed him, even though I think that most of what he advises is pure bonkers, and my friend said that he also “hate-follows” some people. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I’ve realized that I don’t hate GaryVee. I actually really like him. I like him so much that I’m willing to follow him in spite of the nonsense he keeps spouting.
I think he’s super charismatic and passionate. I would say that I have a man-crush on him, but I won’t because then you might think that I’m a “homo,” which I’m not; phew, glad we got that straight. I just like him. I like him in a similar way to how I like he-who-shall-not-be-named: I might not agree with most of what he says or does, and I wouldn’t hire him, but I would drink a beer with him. By the way, just to be clear, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being homosexual; I was just trying to be funny at the expense of an oppressed minority while at the same time shining a light on the systemic homophobia that pervades our society. Okay, I’ll stop digging now.
