As soon as we step outside, I can feel my face covered with mascara and sweat. Not long after that, the complaining starts about how hot it is and the distance we have to walk. Despite that, we all continue walking up the hill...

Four young female journalists took a walk toward the Navy Yard. The weather was sunny, and the streets were noisy from the car horns and the wheels scraping the road as the red light quickly changed to green. The female journalists...