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ANOTHER RANT! YES!

According to “Mona” We “Grandpas” Must Step Aside for the Pissantes

The algorithm doesn’t dig the more seasoned among us

Mona, thinking “deep” thoughts. Image by dollen/Flickr.Com

Forgive me, folks, for I know what I do. I wanted my last rant to be “it” for a while, but hells bells, the idiocy just keeps on spreading. That I can take. But all-out kicks in the ass, and veiled references to “age,” I refuse to bend over for.

So. I’m obviously not a grandpa, but, as I consider myself to be one of the vets here, I am outraged by a story I just stumbled across by a boob of a noob on this platform. One who thinks those of us of a certain age should make our final exit and pass the baton to abject morons.

She’s got it down, folks. I’ll give her that. She knows what shakes this place up and gets the gushers goin.’ Her stories are rife with clickbait and lead images of sexy women in teeny bikinis. Already, she’s bloviating about her stats and those pieces that have gone viral.

That I can take as this type of self-aggrandizing shit is all over Medium. But, to be told that we “nostalgia lovers,” as she refers to those of us who’ve been here more than a minute, need to make way for the young and dumb is really too much to withstand.

We already know that age discrimination is rampant in our society and that we’re most likely doomed because the ignoramuses are taking over. Much like this twit who thinks she’s the real deal and is going to make a killing on Medium. Here. Why not take a look at her twaddle for yourself:

Grandpas, and you grandmas, too, brace yourselves for this opener:

The stories about how Medium sucks are getting old. And boring.

Like your grandpa complaining about how the good old days are gone and nobody cares anymore.

And if that’s not sufficiently infuriating:

For all you nostalgia lovers out there, whining about a golden past is not going to bring it back. Insulting your readers and fans in a bout of anger makes you sound frustrated and sad.

“The algorithm sucks” — no, it sucks for you, it works wonders for me! You’re just whining because you don’t have the same visibility anymore.

The algorithm favors new writers like me and gives them a chance at the spotlight. That’s what attracts other new writers to the platform and it keeps it from becoming an old boy’s club that nobody wants to read anymore.

That’s right, twit. I’ve picked up ranting because dimwits like you make me want to puke.

Note how often she references “me” in this turd. Meaning that, in other words, it’s all about MONA. And, unfortunately, she’s not far off the mark here, as the algorithm does favor the noobs. As my friend Tessa pointed out, that’s why we’re seeing reams of poop in our feeds. Medium is pushing the Hershey Squirters down our collective throat.

For those of you who’ve been here for years, how does that make you feel?

You gotta love the “old boy club” reference. I guess the twit is unaware that women write here, too. Perhaps she thinks she’s the only one.

Here’s another nugget of noob wisdom:

Medium is not about you, the frustrated writer — it’s about the readers and their wishes!

Oooooh. Ouch.

If the site is no longer profitable for you and you want out, the decent thing to do is leave like a grown-up. Don’t be a brat stomping your foot about how the world is unfair. Immaturity: Trump level.

Did you read that, guys? Medium is not about us! Hell. We already knew that, though, didn’t we? So we should just back away like the useless old fucks we are. Note, the comparison to that felon is the most egregious comment of all.

Here’s how the twit ended this stunningly offensive POS:

Meritocracy is what it pretends to be only when it starts from equal opportunity.

Huh? What the ever-loving F? Someone — get this boob a dictionary or a thesaurus. Or, maybe that's supposed to be a poem?

Now, this “keeper of magic secrets and ecstatic truths” (in her profile, I swear) will probably never see this story, but in the unlikely event it shows up in her feed (like hell), here’s my response:

Dear, here’s an “ecstatic truth” for you: You need to go back to whatever un-finishing school you matriculated from and learn how to write. If nothing else, read up on how to address your betters.

And to the pub that ran this: Ahh. Better not.

If you can handle it, read every one of my stories and those of other fab Medium writers. I’ll get a couple of shekels and you’ll have full access to this whole joint! https://sherrymcguinn.medium.com/membership Or, fuck it.

And if this story gave you goosies, please check out the ones I’ve conveniently linked to, as well as my newsletter, Sherry Raw.

Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. She is currently pitching her newest screenplay, “The Month We Fell Apart,” a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story, as well as “DEAD TIRED,” a female-driven, ass-kicking thriller.