Celeste Barbers Split: A Predictable Heartbreak

I have a confession. One that could see me stripped of my passport or roasted alive by the mums.

Here goes: I don't find comedian remotely funny anymore. 

Gasp. There, I've said it.

And what a time to admit it too, with news breaking that her 20‑year marriage to Api Robin - the man she so relentlessly branded 'the hot husband' - is over.

I can already hear the outraged wails.

'Amanda, how could you? Celeste is an icon! She's relatable. She skewers unrealistic beauty standards. She exposes the fakeness of social media.' She's one of us.

I know, I know. I understand how parody works. Celeste built a brand - and made a fortune - by tearing shreds off airbrushed influencers, smug supermodels and tone‑deaf celebs. Her modus operandi? Recreate their outrageous Instagram posts and photo shoots in her living room, minus the gloss and with added daggy undies.

She put herself on the map in 2015 when she mocked Kim Kardashian, who was lying half‑naked in a pile of dirt with a photographer conveniently positioned nearby.

Arriving at the apex of Instagram's 'celebrity era', it was smart, timely and exactly what the culture was craving.

With Facetune booming and filters warping reality, this down‑to‑earth Central Coast mum cut through the veneer, driving a satirical switchblade through the Hollywood veil. Overnight, her G‑string and unkempt hair became iconic. 

I laughed. We all did. And in the process, we collectively felt a little better about our tummy rolls and saggy bits. 

In 2017? Still funny.

And in 2018? I was still chuckling.

But now, ten years on? Am I the only one who thinks it's the same tired punchline dressed up in a different bikini? 

It's also started to feel a little mean - and I'm not the only one who thinks so. 

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