WTF Is Up With All The F*ing Cursing on Medium?

I’m sitting here, quietly minding my business, stalking the revered hallways of the Medium ecosphere, getting my read on. Then slowly I notice my shoulders hunching up, the lines around my mouth tightening, and the blazing red high blood pressure notification on my iPhone. And this ain’t the first time.

Was I having another kidney stone? Did someone drop another dumb African stereotype to make a smart point and get a brother heated? No. What I was experiencing was the symptoms of a dude under a constant and sustained barrage of word-filth from every author on Medium trying to oudo each other using cursewords to drive home their story.

I mean, it is everywhere. Every story and piece has a chockful of curse words, so much so that I am convinced Medium has a curseword quota that has to be met before your damn story gets published. It doesn’t matter the topic, or narrative, the ef or es word or some clever bastardization of either word gets plenty much play, laying in wait for your sorry soul like a ghastly bunch of traps and snares from an Indian Jones movie:

“Here’s some advice to help ease your depression — Read a f*ing book.”

“Quit your sh*y job and go be f*ing awesome!”

“Yelp shoud be f*ing ashamed of themselves, and Millenials are the s*t! Or not the s*t!”

“10 Ways to Tell A Mansplainer to Shut The F* Up!”

You catch my drift.

Listen, you might be ready to flame, troll, slay my behind as a know nothing prude. Better be ready, because I don’t have time for that nonsense, and I clap back. I can handle my cursing, and in fact have had to up my visits to the confessional at my parish due to increased inadvertent curse bombs dropped in the vicinity of my still innocent spawn. And the priest. However, there seems to be an intellectual laziness or dysfunction that would require a writer, who is dropping serious knowledge on women entrepreneurs and their success, to heave cursewords left and right in her write-up.

Come on, wo-man…now everybody wants to be Chris Rock or Sarah Silverman. Please, slow your roll, partner. Come at me hard with your stuff, no need to get all potty mouthed up in this piece to get my attention.

Or recommendations.