Her attitude seems to claim, I'm the smartest person I've ever known.
Yet her participation in the study group is unimpressive. She struggles to concentrate, bursting out with inappropriate asides or with questions which have already been answered. She hasn't grasped the basic concepts. It's not clear whether she knows just how lost she is.
In a kitchen cabinet, bottles upon bottles of exotic amino acids, nutrients which she says help her to retain her peak brain power deep into middle age, while no doubt preventing her wallet from ever becoming too fat.
Dies her hair; lies about her age; flirts with much younger men. Yet she's stopped using her first name, Wendy, because, as she says, "Too many men with Peter Pan Syndrome associate it with their fantasies."