I'm not mocking her for wanting a fling with her much older professor. I'm mocking her for the snotty, entitled, disingenuously ironic way she's talking about it.
She's a grad student. We call that "professional training."
Observe.
High school: OMG! He's so hawt!
Undergrad: OMG!!!! He's soooooo hawt!!!!!1!!
Grad student: I will wholly consume him to satisfy my sexual self. I will feed him to my yawping, yawning chasm of fiery devouring, in whose burning wetness I will both find and lose myself, consumed and consummated, apostasy and apotheosis. Later, we will eat cheese sandwiches.
See?
VP
And then there's
Assistant professor: Want to have sex?
Spousal hire: Yeah, okay. How's tomorrow around 8 for you?
Assistant professor: Damn, that proposal is due on Friday. How about next week? Can you check your calendar?
Next Week.
Assistant professor in bed with spousal hire: It's a little warm in here, don't you think?
Spousal hire: <snore>