What Shitposting on LinkedIn Taught Me About B2B SaaS
The third will surprise you!
Lately Iβve been strengthening my professional network by shitposting on LinkedIn. Keep scrolling to unlock my FREE course on how you can too!
My LinkedInfluencer journey began when I was reflecting on the evil fake polycule that I tricked 3 million people into believing in. I was baffled that so many people believed it was real, and my theories on why already sounded LinkedInesque, so I figured Iβd post them on LinkedIn.
Also, my friend Mackenzie has been regularly posting on LinkedIn after starting a job in B2B SaaS, and she enthused its untapped potential. I thought itβd be funny to follow her LinkedInfluencer arc but post meaningless garbage instead, which is just like most posts on LinkedIn, but a little bit funnier.1
My LinkedIn post performed unexpectedly decently. And almost immediately, a swarm of other LinkedIn satirical posters requested to connect, I suppose I inadvertently blasted out the shitposting batsignal.
So I began LinkedInifying other schemes I concocted, like when I made men oil up and fight βto the deathβ to even out the gender ratio in SF.
At this point, not only did I receive no negative reinforcement, I actually got positive reinforcement, so I wanted to see how far I could take that, and posted about my charity strip show.
I should mention that I actually used to work at LinkedIn, which probably made this saga even more exciting for all my former coworkers on the platform.
Then the spirit of professionalism possessed me; I began blacking out and letting the soul of a middle aged salesman take hold.
The above post was reshared by LinkedIn Lunatics (a Twitter account dedicated to sharing cringy LinkedIn posts), but so many commenters thought it was a genuine, unironic post, which was insane. I mean, look at it.
And since I was resharing my LinkedIn shitposts on Substack, a bunch of Substackers started connecting with me on LinkedIn, which was so funny. Itβs like when you see your friend dressed up in a little business suit for a formal event, but you just see them as a silly little guy, and the dichotomy is hilarious. Iβve seen your worksona, I know what you really areβ¦. a PROFESSIONAL!
This one came to me in a dream.
While my LinkedIn posts did not reach the viral heights of the βI am humbled and honored to shareβ announcements on LinkedIn, they did get outsized attention when I reshared them on Substack. Why? Perhaps, the rebellion against societyβs idolization of professional life. Perhaps the voyeurism, the little portal through which to peer at another platform, a far darker and more evil place, while remaining safely behind the white-picket suburban, Substackian fence, clutching oneβs pearls in horror while one canβt help but look on in grotesque curiosity.
Funny enough, accomplished business professionals, the caliber of which I would want to network with anyway, reached out to ME because of my stupid shitposting. As well as like 50 randos that just wanted to strengthen their professional network or whatever.
Why did you do this?
Because itβs funny.
Also, Iβve recently started taking this approach in life, where whenever Iβm scared of doing something, I just do it immediately. Iβm a chronic over analyzer, and I waste so much energy stressing about crossing the line.
But if I donβt know where that line is, I will forever needlessly constrain myself. So I have to find it at least once. And in my search to find it, Iβve lost conviction that it even exists. Or at least, it lies far beyond the bounds of what I even want to do.
As I grow older, Iβve also become increasingly dispassionate about optimizing my life around any career or institution.
Thereβs this parable of the Mexican fisherman and the American investment banker. Basically, the fisherman says he just fishes enough to support his familyβs immediate needs, then spends the rest of his day with his family and friends, drinking wine, and sleeping in late. The banker scoffs and says he should spend more time fishing, to afford a bigger boat, then get more boats, then open his own cannery, etc, and become a millionaire. The fisherman asks, what then? And the banker says then, the fisherman can retire, and describes the life of leisure the fisherman is already living.
So imagine instead of fishing, the hero of this story was really passionate about posting stupid shit on the internet.
I donβt want to wait until Iβm retired to live my ideal life, I want to live it constantly. Why would I postpone that to when Iβm too old and tired to even fully enjoy it? Like, I digital nomaded around for a bit, and already felt the difference of how hard travel is on the body between my early 20βs and late 20βs. Plus, when Iβm old I might become out of touch and less funny, the true horror.
Besides, to be honest, we are all tiny cogs in a huge machine and I donβt think other people care much about what youβre doing. Sure, youβll hear some horror story of someone posting something and getting fired, but also, people go for a walk outside and get hit by a car. It doesnβt mean itβs probable, and the severity of the consequence multiplied by the chance it happens isnβt great enough that you shouldnβt live your life.
I eventually told people at my βbig prestigious tech jobβ about the time I summoned hundreds of people to the park for Sit Club (my parody run club), or my fake steakhouse that went internationally viral, and the worst thing that happened was they asked me to bring more of that creative zest to team events.
βBut Danielle, you donβt understand! My job is so big and serious and important, this doesnβt apply at all!β Sure, thereβs granularities to it. Donβt start an onlyfans or become a weapons influencer if you want to be taken seriously in a professional career. But I think people overly sterilize themselves for companies that donβt even care enough to read cover letters and would lay you off on a whim because they overspent on Claude credits that month.2
Maybe shitposting on LinkedIn isnβt your first priority after embracing your newfound knowledge that you do, in fact, have free will. But I urge you to toe the line of something, tap your foot against it and see if it even exists at all.3
I took this approach in other areas of my life too - texting friends Iβd fallen out of touch with when they came to mind, without overthinking it; shipping projects and only being a bit obsessive about the details; posting things without worrying about every possible personβs reaction to it. Opportunities and good luck only come from putting yourself out there.
TLDR; Think less, create more.4
Love,
Danielle (ππΆπ & π»πππΆπ)
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We actually met at LinkedIn, where we both used to work.
Plus, your hobbies and dreams are probably not as out-there as mine, so the risk of a catastrophic offense is much lower.
Obviously donβt do anything ethically wrong, Iβm talking about learned but ultimately meaningless social norms here.
This is only a good approach for overthinkers, SOME of you are underthinkers and need to be thinking more fr.











I used to go on LinkedIn
But got tired of all the spin
Shitposting is fun
And when you are done
You finish it all up for a win!
You donβt have to worry about being less funny when you get old. There will be less competition when you get there.