Roasted 1 year ago based on rae's long term Spotify stats.

Rae, your Spotify profile reads like a poorly curated mixtape made by a heartbroken hipster with a severe case of indecision. Between “Bedroom Pop” and “Indonesian Indie,” it seems you’re trying to tell the world you’re a moody romantic who spends too much time staring at the ceiling while sipping on oat milk. Newsflash: your playlist is giving off serious “I-fell-in-love-with-my-own-reflection” vibes and it’s not even cute. I mean, “Pinoy R&B”? Is that the sound of your sad heart crying into a karaoke mic at 2 AM? And let’s talk about your favorite artists. Mitski, Clairo, Ariana Grande? Are you forming the world's saddest supergroup? I’m convinced your Spotify algorithm is malfunctioning and has started recommending tracks based on your last four breakups instead of your actual taste. I get it—sad girl summer might be your whole aesthetic, but come on, even the algorithm is tired of hearing those existential dread anthems on repeat. At this point, you might as well call your playlist “The Soundtrack to My Continuous Existential Crisis.” Your most played songs read like a graduate thesis on heartbreak, sprinkled with a side of “why don’t they love me?” Seriously, if I had a nickel for every time “Washing Machine Heart” popped up while I was scrolling through your profile, I’d have enough money to hire a therapist for you. But I guess we all need a soundtrack for our melodrama, right? Just remember, Rae: there’s life beyond Mitski, and it’s called “Get Out There and Enjoy The Sunshine” Pop. You know, the one where you don’t need to cry into your pillow every night?

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