In Dishonored Lady, after a failed suicide attempt, you end up on a psychiatrist’s couch. He advises you to leave your unsatisfying role as a high-powered fashion editor and to pursue your love of painting.
Not terribly bad advice, but you still end up playing second fiddle to a medical researcher, having to fawn over his medical advances at the same moment your own unacknowledged inventing was going on, as in another film: I Take This Woman–as in, taking advantage of!
