Roasted 2 years ago based on kate fundis's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Kate Fundis, your Spotify profile is basically a walking brochure for the “I’m a pretentious hipster” club. You’ve curated a playlist that hints you live in a coffee shop and exclusively date artists who never quite made it past the “in the local scene” phase. With more “indie” music than a record store dumpster, it’s like you woke up one day and decided to take a bet on how far you could take being an artsy cliché. Bravo! You’ve successfully turned “I have opinions” into a full-time job with that slew of genres. Your favorite artists read like a “Help! I’m Trying Too Hard” manual. I get it, you love your “indietronica,” whatever that means—does that include giving up on your love life in favor of vibing to sad music with a sprinkle of electronic beats? And oh, the glam of Amy Winehouse to The Strokes! That playlist is the soundtrack of someone determined to emotionally unearth their problems in quirky cafés, one artisanal latte at a time. Meanwhile, your friends are out there grooving to real bangers while you’re still wondering if you should join the “Forever Alone Thrill of Indie Rock” movement. Most played songs? You might as well have named your list “Songs for People Who Can’t Get Out of Their Own Heads.” I mean, seriously, right side of your neck? Take it from me; you’re not just a playlist; you’re a full-blown “life isn’t going to figure itself out, so let’s keep those moody tunes rollin’” vibe check. If Spotify had a cringe button, you’d break the scale! But hey, keep chasing those fleeting moments of artistic despair—it makes for great pamphlets at the local farmers market!

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