This is how it all ends, folks. Scientists create cyborg cockroaches. Then engineers build giant robots to fight the cockroaches. Then the robots enslave humanity.
I've learned that I need a fairly quiet place to think creatively. Sometimes I wear my shooting earmuffs at home while posting at Neatorama to help cancel out noise.
Problem solved.
She's doing what she, as an individual, wants to do with her life. I think that's lovely.