Roasted 4 months ago based on Misha's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Remisha Mohanakumar, the only person I know who listens to “Classic Rock” and “Soft Rock” with the same gusto that a ten-year-old devours a pack of gummy bears. If music was a buffet, you’d be the reason we all worry about food poisoning. Your playlist is like a middle school reunion—awkwardly nostalgic and filled with questionable choices that no adult should still be vibing with. How on earth did you end up with Taylor Swift and the Bee Gees under the same roof? If variety is the spice of life, then your taste is like a bland rice cake. Your top artists read like the soundtrack to a sad indie film where the protagonist falls for their best friend who’s dating someone far more interesting—there's a little bit of everything, yet nothing fits together. "Queen" and "TV Girl"? Talk about an identity crisis, just like that moment you try to decide if you’re brunching with the squad or planning a road trip to a rock concert. Throw in “Sade” alongside “Riot Grrrl” and it sounds like the ultimate mid-life crisis playlist, a hair flip away from someone putting on a leather jacket, yet still being 100% terrified of any real rock vibes. And then there are your most played songs. “Don't Dream It's Over”? You clearly spent the pandemic dreaming up the world’s most depressing karaoke night. But it's refreshing to see your bravery in embracing that inner “Cranberries” lover; clearly, “Linger” became your anthem for long-winded daydreams of a romantic life you’ve never actually lived. So here’s a tip: maybe put down the soft rock and pick up an electric guitar—you know, for when you decide to actually rock out instead of gently weep into your headphones.

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