Journalists are human. They have mortgages and bills. They work jobs so precarious, demanding, and poorly paying that about half the cohort of reporters I began my career with now work in public relations. There’s a reason journalism boasts one of the highest divorce rates of any industry. You work weird hours. You get yelled at a lot. You’re asked to write five listicles a day for the web traffic. You’re asked to do a professional videographer’s job on the side, with your iPhone. Your mistakes are a matter of public record, forever.
