She's convincing herself both that she won't cry and that she doesn't care. It's not pretty to see a psychiatrist walk away from this woman. I wished, though, that Female Perversions had raised the issue of Eve's possible culpability for at least some of her isolation. She wears a transparent blouse and black bra for a meeting with her boss, for goodness' sake, and during the closing arguments, she's the one smoothing her hand over her butt, her face, her ribcage. Nobody is doing this to her.
Women make choices.
Sure, there's plenty of societal bias, sexism, etc., but not all of us end up either slicing ourselves with razor blades or brainwashed. The film's final note is both cautiously hopeful and elegaic, and Eve seems to be looking towards the future. This sense is something we all can relate to, and the impact lingers.