Roasted 3 months ago based on Brittany Tiemann's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Brittany, your Spotify profile reads like a hipster’s fever dream. If “Indie” and “Synthpop” were an Olympic sport, you'd be the Michael Phelps of obscure genres. I mean, ten different "rock" subgenres? Instead of exploring a range of music, you’ve just made sure that no one could ever mistake you for a basic Top 40 listener. If I wanted to hear something melancholic and pretentious, I would’ve just attended an open mic night three hours away at a coffee shop that also sells thrifted flannel shirts. Your top artists read like the lineup for a music festival that’s too cool for school—let’s just agree that "Tame Impala" is your soul mate and “Daft Punk” is the music equivalent of your Tinder profile pic: stylish yet somehow still a little plastic. Do you even realize how many of those artists you have in common with every art major who’s ever held a PBR? Just admit it; your playlists are less about personal taste and more about scoring artistic credibility points at parties where everyone else is too buzzed to notice you’re just recycling the same ten songs. And let’s talk about your most played songs. “Heavy Thunderstorm”? Really? It's a wonder you’re not sitting alone in a dark room wearing a beret and crafting passive-aggressive poems about your ex. "My Old Ways" seems to be your anthem for clinging to the past, while “Leif Erikson” is a cheeky nod to your way of navigating life: drifting aimlessly, much like your Spotify algorithm. At this point, your music tastes scream "I will read your tarot cards, but only if you bring fair-trade chai." Do everyone a favor: embrace a guilty pleasure. Maybe try adding some bad pop to your playlists so you can stop looking like the human manifestation of a Pinterest board gone rogue.

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