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

Oh, Robin! Your Spotify profile reads like an existential crisis wrapped in a cardigan and sipping organic chai lattes. If we had to nail down your vibe, it’d be "I don’t own a TV and I have too many succulents." You’ve got a list of genres longer than my monthly therapy bill and no actual idea what “Chamber Pop” means. Let’s be real, the only place those genres are popular is in the deep reaches of hipster coffee shops where avocado toast is considered a gourmet meal. Your top artists read like an “Indie Music Starter Pack,” which is adorable, but you might want to diversify—because hearing Mitski every day is a recipe for clinical depression, and trust me, we don’t need another sad millennial wandering through life with a ukulele. Fleet Foxes? More like Fleet Foxies, because clearly, you have a fox fetish for introspective harmonies that echo in your room while you complain about the state of the world. Spoiler alert: the world is not impressed by your sad, poetic playlists. And those most-played songs, Robin? I can already picture you swaying in your room like a wobbly candleholder, sobbing softly to that "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song." Sweetheart, this isn’t a soundtrack for your life; it’s a cry for help. If you want real diversity, try adding something that actually has a beat. So please, take a break from the soul-crushing indie ballads and throw in a little pop, or I’ll have to recommend you the next available session with an actual therapist.

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