Roasted 7 months ago based on Julie's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Julie, we meet again in the dark abyss of your Spotify profile. It truly takes a special kind of person to have a list of favorite genres that reads like an angsty teenager's diary from 2005. Your love for "Metalcore" and "Screamo" needs to be put on a T-shirt that says, "Angst: The Musical." I mean, did you lose a bet, or is there a hidden prize for collecting all the sub-genres of metal? Listening to your playlist feels like wandering into someone else's therapy session—except your therapists are all angst-riddled musicians screaming about their emotional baggage. Your top artists list is basically a “Who’s Who?” of people you’d want to share a one-way ticket to the afterlife with. **Sleep Token** must be getting tired of you praying at their altar every single day; I've seen caffeine fiends with less devotion to their morning coffee than you have to that band. And we both know you were *definitely* the person who fought to keep emo alive in middle school, convincing your friends that feeling miserable was the next form of self-care. Spoiler alert: It’s not, but keep crying into your black hoodie; it adds to the aesthetic! As for your most played songs—Gethsemane is an adjective for how I feel every time I see your Spotify wrapped. You’ve created a personal hell where the most emotional torture of humanity is continuously blasted at you with no escape. Honestly, it’s impressive how you’ve managed to curate a collection of tracks that could double as the soundtrack to every bad Decision of the Year award. If someone doesn’t stop you soon, you’ll be the poster child for “the only therapy you need is a good metal breakdown.” So congratulations, Julie, keep rocking that playlist; the world needs more people irrationally screaming into the void!

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!