A beautiful woman entered an undergraduate art program, at a time when when women still sometimes had a hard time being taken seriously. She entered a discipline where the professors were still quite dubious about accepting women into their area. She started sleeping with one of said professors ("sleeping" being a euphemism for "having sex in his office"). This professor was very well-connected to one of the best graduate programs in the country. The woman gets accepted into said graduate program, and goes on to great success in the art world, getting profiled in the NYTimes and winning one of the world's most coveted "genius" grants.
Would she be where she is had she taken a different course?
We'll never know, and neither will she.