Looking back, I realize that I’ve accepted inappropriate behavior from male subjects and disregard from male editors because I was just grateful to be there in the first place.
Brutal accidents, long hours, and little sleep. Very few photojournalists want to do what Victor Biro does on most nights.
It was common practice for the Email Police, as we called them, to reject my incoming and outgoing messages. I once had all of my emails rejected for 72 hours straight – emails that said things like, "I love you mum," and "I'm going outside for a walk."
Do we have a responsibility not to share those videos of the journalists in Virginia being killed? Or is the publicising of horrible images the only way real reforms can occur?
They were shot, faced mock execution and were left to rot in jail because they were travelling with a group of rebel fighters on the way to investigate an oil company.
In early June, Michael Lansu was laid off from the Chicago Sun-Times after almost two years keeping tabs on the Windy City's notorious gun violence.
My dad was a journalist when he was kidnapped by Islamic militants in Beirut in 1985, three months before I was born. But it's American laws that have made figuring out what happened a nightmare.
Anas Aremeyaw Anas is the controversial Ghanian investigative journalist who's broken dozens of stories of corruption and organised crime in West Africa. He's also the subject of a new documentary called Chameleon by Ryan Mullins.
"I Breastfeed My Dad", "Lover Paid Thugs £50 to Burn Me Alive", "SOS! Psycho in Our Flowerbed!"
We talked to Matt Kennard, author of The Racket, a new book that investigates how the US government, its banks and its intelligence agencies enforce a very covert and modern type of imperialism.
30 has been described as the beginning of two "lost decades" for women at work: options narrow, confidence wanes, we're overtaken by men. But admitting you're not happy in a job feels like it's become the most taboo thing of all.
I've been writing this Bad Cop Blotter column for more than 18 months, and the pre-Ferguson, post-Ferguson divide is palpable – if only in a media-giving-a-shit kind of a way.