I report, you decide.

This conversation took place five minutes ago between myself and one of my roommates:

Me: Hey guys, I've decided to get a cat after Christmas. And I'm going to name it Leo Tolstoy.
Roommate: Who is that?
Me: You mean Tolstoy?
Roommate: Yeah. Who is that?
Me: (Sitting up on couch, turning around to face him) Seriously?
Roommate: Yeah.
Me: War and Peace? Anna Karenina? Russian novelist?
Roommate: I've heard of War and Peace, but I don't know who wrote it. I bet you most people don't know that. Especially not engineers. (Sidenote: Roommate is a software engineer.)
Me: I bet you most college-educated people do. Maybe ninety percent.

Shakers, am I nuts? Do college graduates know who Tolstoy is? Engineers, care to defend yourselves?

Update: I should add that the real reason I mention this, which just occurred to me whilst I was in the bathroom (a great place for thinking) is that Roommate is constantly telling me and Other Roommate about how he "met this girl today and she was so dumb guess what she said..." or how "this one chick was hot but she works at a booth in the mall, I mean, yeah right I'd go out with her." And, well, it's starting to grate on the ol' nerves.