On Medium: The Hard Truth Nobody Will Talk About

If only more people spoke this honestly

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Here’s the hard truth nobody will admit: unless you were fortunate enough to join Medium in the 1960s — back in its true heyday — you’ll never achieve the success to which several people have laid claim.

Instead, you’re here now, stuck writing what I call “margarine articles.”

(In the 1980s, as news about whether margarine was bad for you began to surface, my family oscillated back and forth between margarine and butter for years. We left margarine for butter and made a big fuss about it, but then, even though nobody cared or asked, we went back to margarine and made an equally big fuss about it.)

And since you’re gonna do what you’re gonna do, regardless — and write about it even though nobody asked — here are the lyrics to UB40’s uber-popular 1983 hit, “Red Red Wine.”

Red, red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need her so

Red, red wine, it’s up to you
All I can do I’ve done
Memories won’t go, memories won’t go

I’d have sworn that with time
Thoughts of you leave my head
I was wrong, now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red, red wine, stay close to me
Don’t let me be alone
It’s tearing apart my blue…