Remember the Kombucha Girl? That viral moment feels like ancient history now in 2025, yet Brittany Broski has done what few internet sensations manage — she’s evolved into a genuine cultural force while keeping her unfiltered charm intact.
During a recent chat at YouTube’s Upfront Brandcast (where the platform unveiled its ambitious AI-free content strategy), Broski painted an almost surreal picture of her life these days. Here’s a creator who went from tasting fermented tea to having casual run-ins with A-listers — and somehow making it all feel hilariously relatable.
“There’s a lot where I met them, and they’re like, ‘Oh yeah, I know you,’” she shared, cringing slightly. “I’m like, ‘What do you mean you know me? I’m horrified!’ I upload myself pooping. You can’t like what I do.”
That’s classic Broski — serving up self-deprecation while casually dropping the fact that she’s now part of an elite entertainment circle. Her friend group reads like a fever dream guest list: Kacey Musgraves, Chappell Roan, Trixie Mattel. Not bad for someone who shot to fame by making faces at kombucha.
But perhaps nothing captures the delicious awkwardness of her newfound status quite like her encounter with Harry Styles. The meeting left such an impression that she “literally considered getting the date tattooed.” (Let’s be honest — who hasn’t contemplated a Harry-related tattoo at some point?)
Then there’s the Sebastian Stan situation. “I’m not even that big of a Sebastian Stan fan,” she admits, in what might be the most refreshingly honest celebrity interaction of the decade. In an era where influencers carefully curate every response, Broski’s candor feels like a gulp of fresh air.
Her recent venture into music with “The Sun” might raise eyebrows, but she’s approaching it with characteristic self-awareness. “It’s not really a transition,” she explains. “If anything, it’s like I want to just do it all — multi-hyphenate, and do it all well and do it all at once.” In today’s creator economy, where everyone’s dropping merch lines and starting podcasts, her transparency about ambition hits different.
The loyalty she’s built? Remarkable. As she jokes, “I could fart in the microphone. They’d be like, ‘She’s an artist. Never before seen.’” It’s the kind of statement that would sound insufferable from anyone else, but somehow Broski makes it work.
What’s fascinating about her trajectory is how she’s maintained her fan’s heart while becoming famous enough to make other fans swoon. In an industry where authenticity often feels manufactured (looking at you, BeReal), Broski’s continued amazement at her own success reads as genuinely… genuine.
“The sappy answer, obviously, is the community that I’ve built is to be a fan myself,” she reflects. In a digital landscape increasingly dominated by AI-generated content and carefully crafted personas, there’s something oddly refreshing about someone who’s still starstruck by their own story.
Maybe that’s the secret sauce — the ability to remain “horrified” by celebrity recognition while building an empire. In 2025’s increasingly artificial entertainment landscape, Broski’s messy, uncomfortable authenticity isn’t just refreshing — it’s revolutionary.
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