Getting testy....

Back in the day, when I was a youngster, girls read magazines aimed at self-improvement.  (Maybe boys did too, but if they did, I didn't know about it.)  They had catchy names like Seventeen and Glamour, and their sole purpose, as far as I can tell, aside from bringing in advertiser dollars, was to convince young women that they were not good enough to exist as is, requiring them to engage in all sorts of self-improvement.  Lo and behold, most of that self-improvement came directly to them in the form of the aforementioned advertisers' products, which I know will come as a shock to all.  But indeed, these quizzes routinely identified problems and provided solutions all at the same time.  It was a service, really, from their point of view.