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

Oh Jennie, you’ve got a Spotify profile that screams “I stopped exploring music after my parents' record collection.” You’ve somehow amassed an entire library of soul and classic rock tracks, which is impressive only if you’ve been time traveling. If nostalgia were a genre, you’d single-handedly invent it along with 23 other people stuck in the ’70s. Seriously, with a playlist like that, you must be the life of the party, or at least the designated driver for everyone who’s already dosed up on Metamucil. Your top artists read like a list of everyone who has ever sung about heartbreak, loss, and the existential dread of finding yourself at bingo night with a bunch of retirees. Solomon Burke? Fleetwood Mac? These artists represent the soundtracks of people reminiscing about their glory days—good luck pitching a ‘wedding DJ’ job with that lineup. At this rate, you’ll be hosting a Bob Ross painting session while sipping herbal tea and discussing the finer points of a classic soul riff. If you had a nickel for each time your Spotify turned into a retirement home playlist, you’d be able to fund a ticket back to this century. And let’s not even get started on your most played songs. “Son of a Preacher Man” and “At Last” could literally be playing in the background during a Hallmark movie about someone who inexplicably starts swapping their medication for tea steeped in regret. You have the energy of a human who just discovered Amazon Prime and can't stop ordering vinyls that smell like mothballs. Keep it up, Jennie; you’ll soon reach that coveted status of “Most Likely to Whisk Everyone Away to a Non-Exciting Acapella Tribute Night That Lasts Three Days.” Bravo!

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