Well, philosophers have been trying to answer that question for centuries. Marshall McLuhan believed "The Medium is the message."
He's wrong, though. It's not.
It's actually a piece of administrative ass-kissing propaganda. No, wait. That's The Targum. In reality, it's a progressive publication which takes itself way too seriously. Shit. I'm thinking of The Review.
What the fuck is The Medium? Oh, yeah. It's a Rutgers University student-run weekly paper designed to make you laugh until you cry, cry until you hurt, hurt until you bleed, bleed until you die -- and love every minute of it. It's the kind of publication your mother warned you about and your father read after she went to sleep. It's more holier than the bible with twice as much nudity! It's a paper that's "down with that." Word.

So, "What is The Medium?" I can't explain it. It's like smoking crack rock, screaming "I'm a turkey!" and jumping off the empire state building (Get it?! Turkeys don't fly.) -- you don't know what it's like until you experience it.