As you should.
It is developed and maintained by amateurs, who frequently break things — I've lost track of whom I've found myself unfollowing because their account was suspended for a while and, when it was reactivated, my status as a follower of their dreck was not re-instated.
I could go on for hours about everything that is wrong with Medium, starting and ending with the absolute amateurs responsible for its <ahem> ‘design’ (I use the term in the loosest possible sense); most recently, they’ve contrived to simultaneously improve the comments … (which they broke a year or two ago for no good reason that, as far as I’ve been able to ascertain, anyone has been able to fathom) … whilst making them worse for it
… which is a feat akin to Richard MacDuff’s sofa getting stuck halfway up the stairs in Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
So I’ve modelled the problem in three dimensions on my computer — and so far it just says no way.’
‘It says what?’ called Reg, over the noise of filling the kettle.
‘That it can’t be done. I told it to compute the moves necessary to get the sofa out, and it said there aren’t any. I said “What?” and it said there aren’t any. I then asked it, and this is the really mysterious thing, to compute the moves necessary to get the sofa into its present position in the first place, and it said that it couldn’t have got there. Not without fundamental restructuring of the walls.
But I shan’t.
Because contemplating all the fundamental failures involved in the ‘design’ leads inexorably to reflecting upon not merely how utterly unhindered by any Design or UI/UX related talent, skill, knowledge or experience one would have to be in order to implement the site the way it is but, more significantly, how unhindered one would need to be by any such in the fields of either Development or Security … and that just makes me simultaneously extremely angry and extremely fearful and I end up having a panic attack as a result as my body tries to deal with the overwhelming urge to hunt them down and subject them to some astonishingly inventive negative conditioning whilst shutting down my account, deleting all evidence of my having ever been born, moving to an underground cave system, licking rocks for moisture and emerging only at night, to steal food/livestock/washing off lines and kill any witnesses.,
Suffice it to say that there’s no way I would trust Medium to keep my personal and financial data secure and I, therefore, haven’t signed up for membership in all this time for the same reason I don’t go out into the street, drop my underwear and grasp my ankles …. with a sign around my neck, bearing the legend “Come and have a go, if ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k you’re hard enough.”
