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

Oh, look at you, S, with your Spotify profile bursting at the seams with genres that look like the contents of a pretentious art student’s Pinterest board after a particularly emotional breakup. "Art Pop"? Really? What are you trying to do, craft a symphony for sad hipsters in coffee shops? And can we talk about your “Baroque Pop” obsession? I haven’t seen that many sequins and harps since my great aunt’s retirement party. At this rate, your playlists are about as relatable as the struggles of a Victorian poet in a modern-day laundromat. Your top artists read like the lineup for an artsy festival that only serves gluten-free kale smoothies and costs an arm and a leg to attend. Charli XCX and FKA Twigs might be up there, but honestly, who do you think you’re fooling? For someone who claims to be an indie connoisseur, the only "indie" you're actually promoting is how independent you are from any good taste in music with that list. Your aesthetic screams, “I’m cloudy with a chance of overthinking,” and your friends must be so frustrated trying to plan a road trip with you because you're too busy curating the perfect soundtrack for existential dread. And with your most played songs, you've somehow managed to select tracks that sound like they belong in an indie film where the protagonist has just experienced a minor case of sadness while deciding between herbal tea flavors. "Your Best American Girl"? More like “Your Worst American Playlist.” With choices that make winter blues sound like an upbeat dance party, it’s a wonder your Spotify isn’t just a silent meditation on regret. So, congrats, S! You’ve mastered the fine art of sounding both profound and utterly insufferable—what a combo!

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