A Naked Plug

2 min readAug 3, 2021

Like some middle schooler wearing a straw hat, Medium continues to thrash about in search of “identity”. I’ve been here since 2015, and I’m not really sure what we are doing. What is this place about, man?

There are a few things that I know. I’ll give them to you as a listicle. I use listicles because I am a “old skool” soulblogger. Listicles have been deprecated in the Medium universe, but, back in the Halcyon Days of the Bloggosphere, listicles were “the bomb”. Those were the days of trolls, edgelords, and shitposters, when young Gutbloom, newly arrived from the shores of LiveJournal, delivered his yelp and… wait, what was I saying?

Listicle¹ of What I Know About Medium

  1. It’s still a fun place to play. I haven’t found a better platform on which to hippo splatter my dreck.
  2. There are good things to read on Medium, though, I admit, they are sometimes hard to find.
  3. Writers are still attracted to Medium.

In light of #3, a writer I know IRL just joined Medium. This is her inaugural post:

You could do a mitzvah by checking out and encouraging this new Mediuman.


“But what is a listicle?” asked Alice.
“It’s another portmanteau,” said Humpty-Dumpty,
“just like slithy and mimsy.”

“But what does it mean?” asked Alice.
“Well, the two words are ‘lips’ and ‘testicle’,
you know what testicles are, don’t you?” the old egg said with a leer.

“I’m afraid I do,” said Alice.




Tribune of Medium. Mayor Emeritus of LiveJournal. Third Pharaoh of the Elusive Order of St. John the Dwarf. I am to Medium what bratwurst is to food.