One day, my friend got a job offer from his uncle who owns a business in the U.S. Now, here's the kicker - he wanted to pay my friend $700 for a job he pays his American employees $7000 for. “You live in Turkey,” he said, “what do you need $7000 for?” Imagine that! If family can have such a mindset, can we blame companies who are slaves to their balance sheets and the golden allure of end-of-the-month bonuses?

Now, let’s talk about Medium for a second. If the big shots running the show don’t take writers like us seriously, and if we, the writers, are busy tossing random comments at each other without a second thought, why do some of us get cold feet about publishing there? If the platform treats us like we’re the punchline of a bad joke, why not let our content reflect that?

It’s almost like a dance, isn’t it? They treat us like we’re worth nothing and in return, we can pen words that hold up a mirror to that, making the platform the epicenter of the joke. If we're not valued, why take it all so seriously?