Posts Tagged Dr. V

(Note: This is in no way photoshopped; it's his actual podcast) Credit to ESPN.com.
By Katherine Cross • 10 years ago

Nowhere for trans women to hide: What Bill Simmons’ apology gets right and so very wrong

Freelance journalist Caleb Hannan’s Grantland feature on the reclusive inventor of a golf club, which I wrote about earlier this week, caused a dam to break online; the inventor he researched against her will, Essay Anne Vanderbilt, was a trans woman who had—allegedly—lied about her educational credentials. Despite a pledge on Hannan’s part to write only about the science of her golf club, Dr. V found herself threatened with exposure of her trans status, a history she had worked tirelessly to suppress. She killed herself three months before Hannan’s article about her went to press.

Now Grantland’s editor in chief, Bill Simmons, has apologised at some length, focusing chiefly on the editorial process that produced the ...

Freelance journalist Caleb Hannan’s Grantland feature on the reclusive inventor of a golf club, which I wrote about earlier this week, caused a dam to break online; the inventor he researched against ...
By Katherine Cross • 10 years ago

“Nobody knows my life but me”: An elegy for Dr. V

My first thought on reading Caleb Hannan’s Grantland feature— about the trans woman inventor, Dr. V, that he all but hounded to suicide—was that I knew her. “Nobody knows my life but me,” she said sternly to the man who had been investigating her, and that is true. Even so, I think a lot of trans women can relate to much that emerged in this profile of thorns that Hannan used to frame Dr. V. (A comprehensive look at this case, with further details, can be found in The Toast’s link roundup.)

Everything that Hannan used to discredit her or slander her—her caginess about her past, her forthright demeanour and idiosyncratic style, her gloriously fabulous self-perception, and her ...

My first thought on reading Caleb Hannan’s Grantland feature— about the trans woman inventor, Dr. V, that he all but hounded to suicide—was that I knew her. “Nobody knows my life but me,” she said ...