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

Dija, your Spotify profile reads like the verbal equivalent of a Yelp review written by a hipster who just stumbled out of an art gallery. I mean, come on, "Metropopolis"? You can't spell "metropolis" right but you insist on listening to every genre that sounds like it was curated at a Pabst Blue Ribbon-sponsored rooftop party? The only thing more confused than your music taste is your search history — probably a mess of “how to be a trendy millennial” and “guide to faking deep conversations at brunch.” Looking at your top artists, it’s evident you’re only one overly ironic tweet away from wrapping yourself in a vintage quilt and calling it an outfit. JPEGMAFIA, Charli XCX, Erykah Badu, and BTS? Congratulations! You've officially made a mixtape that gives off the energy of someone who's perpetually searching for validation while wearing thrift store finds. You could literally throw a dart at a list of genres and still end up appealing to no one except the most pretentious music snobs at the coffee shop you hang out at. And let’s talk about your most played songs. Seriously, what are you trying to prove with “MIRA” and “Evan Finds the Third Room”? Those titles sound like they should be accompanied by an abstract painting of an avocado on toast. It’s as if you entered a “wow, I’m so eclectic” contest and decided to throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Look, Dija, it’s time for a reality check: you can keep indulging your unique taste, but remember, just because no one's heard of it, doesn't mean it’s good. Hurry up and tune your playlist before we start questioning your existence too!

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