Roasted 8 months ago based on Bee's long term Spotify stats.

Oh dear Bee, your Spotify profile can only be described as a musical dumpster fire — and I mean that in the most endearing way possible. You’ve managed to curate a playlist that feels like it was put together by a disgraced 14-year-old who just learned how to use a computer. It’s a wild mix of “metal” that sounds like angry robot children arguing over who gets to play the last guitar solo in a karaoke bar. One look at your favorite genres and I half-expect a “sad dad rock” love ballad featuring a verse about eating nachos while crying in your car. Then there are your top artists, which read like a “Who’s Who” of musical disasters you left behind at a high school party. I guess all that metal made you forget about good taste, because who wouldn’t want to jam to the rhythmic existential crisis that is Limp Bizkit? Your playlist is like a high-speed collision between a rock and a hard place, only that hard place is a mixtape from your angsty teenage years. You love to combine the raw anger of Slipknot with the soft whimsy of The Beach Boys — it’s like building a sandcastle in a mosh pit, and then wondering why you have no friends. And let’s not ignore your most played songs, which would make even the most dedicated metalhead cringe. You’ve got a top 10 that shouts, “I’m still figuring out my personality!” louder than a screaming 16-year-old with a dad who's too cool for school. Between the obligatory “My Way” and a collection of tracks more unhinged than a lost kitten in a thunderstorm, your Spotify is where musical identities go to die. Bravo, Bee! Because if there's ever a way to make bad taste feel like an art form, you’ve nailed it; you should definitely consider changing your name to “Queen of the Rock Bottom.”

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