Josh vs Historical Sociology

So, Historical Sociology and I are at war. I have a mother-fucker of a project due and am placing the final touches on it. This has been a 3 month endeavor with countless nights of not doing anything but drinking and not doing work for it. Though, through last minute efforts and nights of no sleep, I am nearing the end of this project. I, Josh Webb, will provide the first (that I know of) look into the world of the MRS. Degree. Yes, that's right. The MRS. Degree. Urban Dictionary defines this degree as:

1.	MRS Degree
	noun: pejorative 1. A marriage as a result of attending a 4-year university with the soul purpose of getting married and consequently not completing college. 2. The attending of college, usually a 4-year university of moderate to high prestige, to get married to avoid independence or responsibility. 3. To go from one's parent's home to the home of a spouse with out ever achieving emotional or financial independence, or academic success. Example: "Betsy got her MRS degree from State. "I am majoring in my MRS Degree." Suzie's MRS Degree ended in divorce. This indepth look into the world of marrying for money will be not only profound but shitty, knowing my intellectual capabilities. I got started on this subject when I met a girl in Tennessee who, on our first and only date, began to ask me all sorts of "non-first date" questions. E.g. "how many kids do you want?" "what kind of house do you want to live in?" "would you prefer her to stay at home and raise the kids or work?" My man-senses began buzzing and I called my friend who attends Vanderbilt University and he informed me that she was pursuing her MRS. Degree. To which I replied, "What the fuck is that?" He, then, broke it down for me and I proceeded to inform the girl that I was here on vacation and the chances of her landing me as a potential suitor were nil and not. This abruptly ended our evening and led to a night of meaningless sex, since I was never gonna see her again, fucking me wouldn't ruin her chances for the MRS. Degree. I then became enamored with the subject and decided that it would make for a fun sociological study. Upon mentioning the degree to my California professor, she stared at me like I had invented a new degree called Ultimate Reality and wanted to study this newly invented phenomena. After a simple explanation of the degree, she said she would be interested to read it. This is the basis for my blog. I found a girl on this website who was actively pursuing her MRS. Degree and took extensive notes and examples in addition to following other individuals who did, or did not, wish to obtain the degree. 564321321654 hours of blog reading and like 2 hours of library research on the subject (which yeilded no fucking results) I began to form my project. So, here I sit, 3 days away from its due date and I am yet again procrastinating. So, I must be off, until next time.......