But she’s honest about the limits, summing it up, “But that’s part of the job, and it’s what makes it fun and challenging and keeps every day new. And it’s, you know, it’s temporary. We’re one year down. We got three to go.”

Assuming there really are only 3 to go, she’ll still be younger than I am now when she finishes, and she’s clearly in a much better place financially. Who gives a fuck?

I don’t have kids because I work 5 13-hour shifts a week and I don’t think it’d be responsible to bring a child into that when I can’t be there to help raise them (nevermind the health issues I’m risking from sleep deprivation already, I don’t need a newborn on top of that). My partner also works full time, and even then we’re barely making enough to get by. But hey, let’s have a story about how one of the worst people in the world had to cancel her 3 holidays this year.

In the end, Leavitt’s reality reads like a cautionary tale for anyone thinking proximity to power comes cheap. Between the canceled trips, the social media taunts, the age-gap commentary, and the nonstop demands of defending Trump, she’s living the full cost of the job — as she put it, just “part of the job.”

So… she isn’t even complaining? This writer is just sad that Leavitt’s life must be tough because of all of these things she chose to do? Thank you for wasting everybody’s time, Atlanta Black Star. I hope your engagement-bait is fulfilling.

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