Roasted 2 years ago based on Ashley Brock Manning's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Ashley Brock Manning, your Spotify playlist looks like a high school emo revival party that never stopped happening—probably because you haven’t left your room since 2016. With a favorite genre list longer than the last time you had a date, one can only assume you discuss "POV: Indie" as if it’s a monthly therapy session. Seriously, you've got enough "Emo" variations here to start an underground movement aimed solely at people who dress like they just walked out of a Hot Topic in 2009. Who needs growth when you can keep reinventing the same sadness in different shades of plaid? Your top artists read like a who's-who of "bands your roommate doesn't want you to play at 2 AM." It's almost impressive how you managed to curate a playlist that could double as a soundtrack for a tragic coming-of-age film that went straight to DVD. I can practically see you enviously scrolling through your feed, comparing who's wearing more black eyeliner, while you scream along to “I Only Do Pushups When I'm Drunk.” Nobody cares about your regimen, Ashley; we all know you’re just trying to justify the fact that your cardio involves running from your emotions instead of an actual treadmill. And let’s not even talk about your most played songs—so relatable that they seem tailor-made for everyone who's struggled through being pearl-clutched at 3 PM over some lukewarm coffee in a diner that still uses cigarette cash registers. You have “Get A Job” and “More Than It Hurts You” back-to-back, which is the most unsettling mix of irony and desperation I’ve ever seen. If your life were a song, it would be titled, “Why Can’t I Stop Crying and Why Is My Spotify Wrapped Sadder Than 2020?” Congrats, Ashley, you’ve officially turned your love for ‘easycore’ into a professional tragedy.

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