A lot of writers on this platform, myself included, have often b*tched about all the things going on lately. And since most of us can’t hold our tongues, nor should we, we write about it.
Come on, you know we do.
Below is one of my observations written a few months ago. Yes, I readily admit I’ve often been just as outspoken on the disparities of working for a living writing here.
Think About It, We All Asked For Changes
The Problem Is Sometimes We Have To Be Careful What We Ask For
In response to our constant comments on what we recognized as several raw deals, a lot of changes were instituted to “level the playing field,” so to speak. And a lot of us squawked, and a lot of us were screwed over. A whole bunch of us are still, in our opinions, getting screwed over daily.
I think my own views are relatively unimportant in the grand scheme of things. But when I see changes come about which bring about a significant positive impact, I think I should help as much as I can to share the news.
People, if you haven’t heard or read about it, behold the Mute Button:
Mute: A new way to control your Medium experience
There are now millions of stories told on Medium; thousands of them being published every day. Whenever you visit our…
Wow, just like that, a soft roll on a big surprise which gives us the readers (yes we’re writers who read) a ginormous way to control our feeds.
Think about it. In the past, us artsy-fartsy creative people didn’t care a whole lot about coding or programming or that darned Python every coder in the world is talking about.
I kinda have an Indiana Jones attitude toward snakes. I hate ‘em.
And I’m scared of spiders.
And sometimes my own shadow.
Now, the mute button can be enabled when we’re not interested in reading a particular type of topic, a publication, or even a specific writer (please, not me, please, please not me.), and it’s not irreversible.
That’s the beauty of the mute button. It’s just like tapping the mute button on the telly or the stereo when the phone rings.
And you have to listen to fifteen seconds of a pesky salesperson before you blow your air horn into the receiver.
You have your ways of dealing with them. I have mine.
When the phone call is finished, and you’re rewarded by three or four seconds of hearing the pesky salesperson weeping on the phone, you merely hang up then tap the mute button again.
See, it’s not forever blocking someone (that’s reserved for all the flipping trolls out there); it’s merely tuning them out for a bit.
Or for a long time.
I wish I’d had something like this when all of my children were in the whiney stage of their lives. I’ll bet my children wished they had something like this when mom and dad harped on them to pick up their rooms all the time.
This platform for all its challenges is, in my humble opinion, making strides to ease some of the significant irritants we’ve all been grousing about for a long time. And it’s being done not by making drastic changes in format and accessibility, but rather by adding features that genuinely make an impact on the reading community.
Features, not drastic changes.
Now, that’s what I’m talking about.
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