Anne van Dam is golf’s answer to the tall, silent girl who could bench press your ego and beat you off the tee blindfolded. Towering at six feet of precision and passive judgment, she hits drives longer than your last relationship and looks like she walked out of a Scandinavian spy film set on turf. Known for her deadpan stare, blackout leggings, and refusal to engage in small talk or mediocrity, Anne’s vibe is part assassin, part fashion-forward golf robot. She doesn’t smile because she doesn’t need to — the sound of your ball landing short is all the joy she requires.