Warping my sense of reality

Last year, I must have bought an issue of Cosmo magazine that got shoved to the back of my suitcase. Yesterday I flipped through it and was actually kind of disgruntled. Most of those columns offer up terrible advice. And what is it with "Harley, 25" and "Salvador, 30"? Where are they finding these guys, anyway? I have never, ever met anyone named Salvador.


Hey, I have a question. What makes a person driven? Do you think it's an inherent trait that you're born with, or the product of how you grew up? Or a combination of both? And if you have to think about it, does that mean that you're probably not a very driven person yourself? Questions, questions.