In journalism, reporters and editors have always had a tumultuous relationship. Here’s a joke I first heard at the Boston Herald that exemplifies the difference in perspectives:
A reporter and an editor are stranded in the desert. Near death after days without water, they miraculously find an oasis. The two men crawl toward it with the last of their energy. The reporter bends down to drink from a pool of sweet water, but he pauses as he hears the trickling of running water. He looks over and sees the editor urinating in the pool of water.
“What the hell are you doing!” the reporter exclaims.
“Relax,” replies the editor. “I’m making it better.”