Layne Fargo

Kinnear doesn’t really want the fellowship. He just doesn’t want me to have it.

But the way Kinnear stared at me as I took my seat in the interview room immediately punctured my confidence. Later I overheard him commenting on my “great legs” to one of his older male colleagues, and I deflated entirely. I took the job, but I never wore that outfit again.

Come January, I’ll be in London doing career-defining research, and Kinnear will be rotting in his grave.