Kuwait City

IT IS EASY and fashionable to ridicule journalists. They can be loutish and rude, obsequious and mercenary. Their careers are made off of others’ misfortune, and they’re forever thrusting themselves forward just to bring you the bad news. According to media-bashing stereotypes, they are chiselers and corner-cutters, spitball artists and confidence men. But I will say one thing for the species, and here, I don’t count myself among them–they are, almost to the man and woman, some of the ballsiest people I know.