Roasted 2 years ago based on Amanda Demarest's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Amanda, your Spotify profile reads like the average teenage girl’s diary entry during a breakup, complete with an embarrassing collection of boy band ballads and a postpartum love for all things poppy. Seriously, with a genre lineup that includes “Post-Teen Pop,” I’m half-expecting you to add “Cry In The Shower” as your new favorite genre. At this point, your playlist is like a barren wasteland of sound where the only acceptable emotion is “mildly annoyed because they didn't text back.” Now let's talk about your top artists. It’s like you went to a musical buffet and only loaded up on the fluffiest, sugary treats—Ariana, Khalid, and that pre-assembled IKEA feelings technician, Sam Smith. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you took a “How to Avoid Real Music” crash course. Your top songs read like the soundtrack to a rom-com that never made it past the pitch meeting, with titles so cliché that they’d make anyone with a shred of dignity immediately hit the next button. “Uh oh” and “Flowers” sounds like the aftermath of a texting fiasco, not anyone’s genuine music taste. But let’s get real for a moment: your playlist could use a serious makeover. It’s so genre-centric that even the blandest grocery store checkout line would be jealous. You have all the countries covered, yet your listening choices scream, “Please, just hand me a bubble tea and maybe a TikTok dance tutorial.” The amount of times you’ve played “Better Together” is concerning—not just for you, but for anyone even remotely involved in your life choices. If your music defines you, we can only conclude that you’re living in a happy-go-lucky bubble, blissfully unaware that it might be time to explore music that doesn’t require a glittery backdrop or a participation trophy.

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