My biggest problem with Medium is simple: almost every article I read gives me a new author to follow. And the more writers I follow, the further my horizons expand. It’s almost an information overload by design. But that’s okay; I’m retired and I have the time to read and reply.
Facebook is quite different. I constantly have to fend off “friend” requests from total strangers – mostly men – who, had they taken the trouble to read my profile, would know that I don’t accept friend request from men I don’t know.
Or the constant invitations I get to play this or that mindless game designed to get me to spend money and/or invite other people to play what has long since morphed into yet another digital pyramid scheme.
Comparing Medium and Facebook isn’t a simple matter of apples vs. oranges. It’s more like fruits and vegetables. Or, to further mix metaphors, Facebook is fruit where Medium is meat & potatoes.
Fruit is sweet and tasty, but the fructose buzz dies off quickly. Meat & potatoes, along with a side salad or a couple of vegetables, can nourish one and sustain life. It comes down to sugary cereal and whole milk vs. a regular sausage-and-mash fry-up.
There are times when I want the candy. There are times – few and far between though they are – when I want that Coke from the McDonald’s drive-thru.
Facebook is fun. Medium takes an effort. But Facebook has trolls where Medium at least has moderators.