Stephen Budiansky argues that there is "something increasingly off-kilter in the way journalists have been covering the death of members of their own fraternity":

Journalists used to have it bred in their bones not to confuse themselves with the story. It would take nothing away from honoring our colleagues and our personal grief to remember that there is a time and place for everything, and that the only claim the dwindling number of real news reporters have left in this world of confessional memoirs, infomercial-advertorials, and nonstop blowhards is the objective detachment that was once the touchstone of our business.

And then there is a woman like Marie Colvin, whose extraordinary courage and tenacity is worth celebrating not because she was a journalist as such – but because she was such an astonishing human being, period.