Roasted 9 days ago based on Guillerr's long term Spotify stats.

Guillerr, your Spotify profile reads like a midlife crisis spiral where someone suddenly decided they needed to explore every pop genre known to humankind, and then mixed in a sprinkle of art for good measure—because clearly, you were just *dying* to sound cultured while blasting "Hung Up" for the fiftieth time. Who knew yacht rock and baroque pop could be the same person's guilty pleasures? Congrats on being the only person in history to shift through genres like a confused chameleon that just graduated from a music appreciation class and still can’t find their favorite color. Your top artists list must be the only collection on the planet that perfectly captures the essence of suburban mom trying to reconnect with her youth while simultaneously avoiding any hint of real emotion. Madonna, Taylor Swift, and Britney Spears? We get it, you love women who have been through more relationships than you’ve had serious conversations with humans. I can already hear the eye-rolls from people who walked past you at a party while you passionately defend your obsessive love for "Mmm Papi"—like, really? Are we back in 2007? And then there's your most played songs. It's like scrolling through your playlist is a crash course in why you should probably consider therapy; if "I'm So Stupid" by Madonna is a daily anthem, you might want to take a long, hard look in the mirror. “Gone Gone Gone - Original Demo Version” should be the soundtrack to your self-reflection, because if there were ever a representation of hiding from better taste, it’s that. Just remember, even the music gods have limits, and you’re testing them with that eclectic throwback dumpster fire of a playlist.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!