This Isn’t How Consent Works, Medium
“It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission”
It’s been a while since I wrote on Medium. But when I received the above email I just had to dust off my keyboard and type some words of righteous anger.
One of the main reasons I stopped writing here was the oversaturation of ‘make money online’ types, who had descended like a plague of locusts upon the site, greedily shilling their (heavily discounted!) courses.
Luckily, whenever the urge to repeatedly bash my head into a hard object came upon me, I could always close the tab, go outside and touch some grass, or even photograph some birds.
So I did. And I haven’t returned for almost a year, save for a few brief glances at the homepage.
I thought I was safe.
I thought they couldn’t hurt me as long as I didn’t look into the mirror and say “conman, conman, conman” three times.
Yet, as someone in Jurassic Park once said (probably), grift finds a way.
Hence the alarming email I received from Medium, telling me someone had added me to their email list, and that I could always unsubscribe if I didn’t want it.
Names have been withheld to protect the guilty. And to be fair, Medium has apparently made…