Medium isn’t a pimp yet, but it is a procurer. It puts up with literature to give it a sheen of respectability, but mostly it panders to its primary demographic, an entire generation in vain pursuit of its passion, an unachievable goal of deserved success that will end in bitterness when it discovers it wasn’t that special after all, that no amount of Listicles will lead to fame and fortune. You can’t click your way to a million dollars or perfectly realized happiness, but Medium is banking on that juvenile fantasy. I find it less readable every day. But then, I don’t belong to that desired demographic. Thankfully.