Roasted 11 months ago based on megan's long term Spotify stats.

Megan, your Spotify profile is like a mid-afternoon nap: utterly forgettable and painfully predictable. Seriously, I didn’t realize the indie folk scene has more sub-genres than a stock photo website has pictures of white people smiling with a dog. What's next? "Underwater Folk" music? I know you think you’re deep, but you're just like a kiddie pool filled with "we're all in this together" vibes. Maybe it’s time to put down the acoustic guitar and pick up a little bass in your life because if I hear one more strummed chord in a minor key, I might actually scream. Your top artists are like a hipster’s mood board for a scented candle line: Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, and Billie Eilish? Congratulations, you’ve officially completed the internet challenge of being the most basic person alive. We get it; you love sad girls who mumble about their exes while strumming on a ukulele. I'd suggest diversifying your playlist, but the last time you tried that, you ended up with a playlist titled "Songs to Cry to While Eating Ice Cream for Dinner." You really set the bar high, didn’t you? At this point, your music choices could cure insomnia. And those most played songs? They look like the soundtrack for someone who only goes outside to get more avocado toast. Seriously, how did "Wool from The Hunger Games" manage to make it to the top of your list? Did someone finally score with a cover of "Do Re Mi" for your weekly yoga class? Get ready to be the life of the party, or rather, the quiet, introspective human trying to get deep in conversation while everyone else is busting out the dance moves. Megan, your music tastes are less of a rollercoaster and more of a gentle slide into an existential crisis. Good luck with that!

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!