Roasted 25 days ago based on Jill Poehlman's long term Spotify stats.

Jill Poehlman, your Spotify profile is like a mixtape made by a confused algorithm that just finished a three-day bender. You’ve got the street cred of a suburban mom who thinks "Gangsta's Paradise" is still a hot take at the BBQ. Your playlist vibes are giving off the energy of “I can drop it like it’s hot… after I finish getting my nails done at 3.” It's like you took a detour from "Thug Life" to a country fair and blended it all together in a blender set to "please don’t take me seriously." Let’s talk about your top artists. It’s a wild ride, as if Biggie, Pac, and Snoop Dogg decided to throw a house party and accidentally invited Bailey Zimmerman to perform his latest power ballads. I can already picture you rapping along to "G-Funk," looking like a lost character from a bad '90s movie, while casually switching to country tracks with the grace of a deer on a frozen lake. I mean, can we get some consistency here? Do you want to control the block or kick back with a cold one on a hayride? Make up your mind before you confuse the entire genre! And then we have your most played songs. Nothing screams “hip-hop enthusiast” like jamming to Jelly Roll and Nickelback in the same breath. It’s like you’re trying to challenge the universe to see how many vibes you can kill in one go. “Wanna Be A Baller” and “Echoes of Love”? If your Spotify profile were a person, it would be that one friend who shows up to the party in cargo shorts, holding a craft IPA while reciting hip-hop lyrics in a karaoke battle against itself. Jill, bless your heart, but you've achieved an unparalleled level of eclectic that even Spotify can’t categorize. Keep it up, and you’ll be the only one rolling in the deep… alone, and dressed like it’s still 2010.

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