Gus, housemate, and Erica, me, were having a discussion on the airplane to Michigan.
Gus is getting her PhD in something nifty, like Education and Video Gaming, or MMORPG Search Behavior. Or something. I dunno. I kinda tune out a bit. Ever asked a social scientist about her thesis? Don’t. At least not before 10am on a Sunday.
Gus was bewailing the lack of Practical Research available in her chosen field of SomethingorOther, and how the interdisciplinary nature of the subject made finding Solid Evidence difficult…something something…did I mention it was early?
I tuned back in once I put together what she was talking about.
“Wait a minute…” I said, blearily. “A PhD in something Practical?”
“Isn’t that called a job?”