To the real heroes of Medium

The sad truth: it’s not our articles that make the world go round

I idolized my university design professor. She’d dance in the study rooms and climb on school furniture, she’d be loud and blunt, merciless and hilarious. I wanted to be like her when I grow up.

One day she sat on the edge of the table, an eyebrow raised in disdain, and said that if some of us didn’t have an unstoppable urge to express ourselves that would force us to work all night long, it might be the case that we were born mere consumers