Let A Bot Insult Your Taste in Music

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I’d like to think I have great taste in music. I think it’s unique. I am a self-proclaimed indie girl. Even my Spotify Wrapped called me a Pioneer, which of course was a good boost for my ego. However, as I spent another late evening scouring the bowels of Tumblr, I came across this post that said, “How Bad is Your Spotify?” Me, being curious and bored, decided to click on the link and proceeded to allow myself to be insulted. Also, because Spotify Wrapped is too kind, I wanted something different. Oh, boy, I was not disappointed. This AI bot read me to filth.

You click on this link from The Pudding and you log in with your Spotify account. It asks you questions about the songs and artists you listen to in the most sarcastic tone possible for a bot. A year ago, I shared my account with my best friend, and this is what the bot had to say about it.

I also happen to be a big Sleeping At Last fan, and I just so happened to be listening to his songs again these past two weeks. I also listen to a lot of Lady Gaga, but that’s usually because I need long songs to get me through my 30-minute cardio and most of her songs just happen to be longer than 4 minutes. Of course, those did not go unnoticed.

The final insults come in a string of multi-hyphenated insults that were honestly not far off from the vibes that the songs I listen to give out. In one simple insult, the bot called my taste in music, ‘You’re-wearing-the-Chromatica-Jockstrap-aren’t-you?-slow-dance-twitter-fighting-bad.’ There were also other insults mentioned that were on point. I am apparently 32% basic, which I thought was good, but then the bot said I listened to too much mainstream garbage… like Ariana Grande. Sorry, Ari!

By the time the bot finished judging me, I was fully convinced my taste in music is part-trash, part-decent at best. But then again, whose isn’t? Sometimes, there’s nothing more comforting than listening to ‘garbage’ music that just give off the right kind of vibes. Please click on the link and allow yourself to be read to filth, too. It’s not too late.