Thinking of myself at that age...you’ll never win her over with logical arguments, because if she were to admit their logic and become convinced to at least question her sources of information, she would be at odds with her entire social group not to speak of her handsome impressive professors.
And thinking of myself at that age...the only real talk you can have with her is about her anxiety to fit in, to not be cut out of her social circles. Her fear of ostracism, a fear of separating herself from what appears to be well-dressed, sophisticated Beautiful People and be thrown into the cold outer orbits of Titan’s Moons where the Snaggletooths, the Rednecks the uneducated and the Homo Ergasters abide and grool.
Really the only thing to say is, Yeah, I understand, you want to be in what seems Elite circles.
I remember in college I actually started to FEEL beautiful and 100% smarter when I parroted left-wing nonsense, I mean it. I just felt ‘accepted’ into a terrific elite, an elite of people who were just better looking, quippier and faster on their intellectual feet, tres sophisitque, etc. etc. I hope someday that will shift around to the right, and who knows? It might.
of course that should be tres sophistique, with an accent on the e, and add to that distingue and so on...