And then my economic spidey senses started tingling. For fresh in my memory was when I was stood up, not once, not twice, but thrice by a drop dead, Playboy-esque girl who had went to school for cosmotology. This observation, combined with my utter disdain for fluffy majors got me thinking;
Was there a correlation???
Do Playboy Playmates pursue easy degrees?
Funny enough to recommend you read the whole thing. Plus, it ends with two important yet contradictory moral lessons.