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

Emily, you say rock is your favorite genre, yet you have more "Polo & Pan" on your playlist than a basic brunch menu has avocado toast. How much indie rock can one person listen to before they stop pretending to be deep and just accept they’re a walking Urban Outfitters ad? Your music taste reads like an ironic hipster checklist, and it feels like I’m scrolling through the résumé of someone still in their awkward phase. Let’s talk about those top artists. "$uicideboy$"? Really? Considering that's the most *emo* way to spell "suicide," it’s no wonder you feel like your life choices are best expressed through the anguished wails of SoundCloud rappers. Meanwhile, you have the Arctic Monkeys and The Strokes leading your list—classic! But did you pick them because they have a better chance of rescuing you from the cringe-fest that is your overall aesthetic? Your vibes scream “lonely coffee shop” mixed with a hint of “I swear I’m deep” as you sip overpriced iced lattes with a side of existential dread. And those most played songs—what is this, the soundtrack to a sad indie film starring a character who can’t get over their ex? With titles like "Sorry for the Delay," it’s clear that the only thing delayed here is your personal growth. “Les jolies choses”? More like “Les jolies excuses” for why you’re still stuck in the same playlist that was cool two years ago. If you spent half as much energy on your social life as you do curating this angsty mixtape of introspection, maybe you wouldn’t find yourself constantly swiping left with tears streaming down your face!

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!