DEAR MEDIUM: Why Do You Think I’m SO FAT?
Seriously. I would so dearly love to read other content on Medium except about people’s weight and body type.
I am sick to death of seeing content about people you pay to write about how FAT THEY ARE and ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY THEY MAKE WRITING ABOUT HOW TOTALLY FAT THEY ARE.
Did you wonder “Why she no use Medium as much any more?” NO!
Because Medium your AI isn’t very smart. It is stupid AI. Just because I respond encouragingly to a size-positive article doesn’t mean I am obligated — for the next six months nonstop — to read every single one of those articles ever published, in rotating order pushed to my phone.
Maybe I would like to read about “science” or “health” or “sports” or “languages” and “culture”. About “peace” and “love” and “equity” and “dogs” or “travel.” About “space” and “future” and “education.”
But no. It is fat. I’m fat forever. I am nothing but fat, old (“no man would ever date a woman over 30”) and that’s just it.
Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. *
- As said by Dr. Bennett in “A Surgeon’s Life,” from An Anthropologist on Mars by Dr. Oliver Sacks.
I don’t write on my f-ing phone for God’s sake and I sure as HELL do not make $4,000 a month writing about