“Ew, Darling”: Kylie Kelce Gets Radically Honest About Jason, On-Field Fights, and the War on Crayons

In the polished world of celebrity couples, interactions are often curated, quotes are media-trained, and public personas are carefully guarded. Then, there is Kylie Kelce. In a landscape of manufactured perfection, Kylie has emerged as a beloved and refreshingly unfiltered voice of reason, humor, and raw honesty. She is, as her podcast fans know, so much more than “an NFL wife.” She is a mother at war with drawing utensils, a millennial “personally victimized” by Gen Z, and a partner who knows her husband’s fiery nature so well, her “pep talk” is less “go get ’em” and more “please don’t get fined.”

In a recent podcast episode, Kylie Kelce pulled back the curtain on her life, and the reality is more relatable, hilarious, and engaging than any clickbait title (which are often wildly inaccurate) could ever suggest.

It all started with a simple, seemingly sweet, two-word phrase: “Hello, darling”.

A clip was played from her husband Jason Kelce’s own podcast, where he answered her phone call with that charming greeting. Kylie’s on-air reaction was not a blush or a shy giggle. It was a visceral, immediate, and resounding “Ew”. She then addressed her listeners, setting the record straight with the bluntness of a best friend. “Guys, I don’t know how many times I have to say it: darling, hun, honey, dear, baby, babe… no”. She clarified, “And he doesn’t call me darling on a regular basis. I want to point that out. That was very out of the ordinary”.

It’s a moment that instantly shatters the façade, endearing her to millions who are tired of performative romance. She connects this to another universal relationship struggle: the dreaded, “what’s for dinner?” question. After the “darling” clip made the rounds, she was amused to find the “common theme” in the comments was that “everyone is exhausted” by the daily “decision fatigue”. How cool would it be, she mused, if someone just looked you “straight down the barrel” and told you exactly what they wanted to eat?.

But her most revealing and sensational story came from a place of genuine, high-stakes, professional concern: her husband’s job, and the league’s hefty fines.

She began by highlighting a clip of another NFL wife, Tori Moore, who was proactively showing her husband touchdown celebrations that wouldn’t get him fined. Kylie, ever the pragmatist, loved the idea, but her own concerns were less about choreographed dances and more about pure, unadulterated brawling. Her husband, an offensive lineman, wasn’t scoring touchdowns, so his risk lay elsewhere.

“What I did often, often remind him,” she explained, “was that if a fight broke out, that he better keep all 10 of his piggy toes on the outside of that field”. She detailed the NFL’s strict rules, noting that you get fined “if you so much as step a foot onto that field when you were not previously on that field while there is a fight happening”.

This is where the story pivots from a simple rule explanation to a profound and hilarious insight into her husband’s character. This wasn’t just a pep talk; it was a plea. “My pep talk was like, ‘Hey, doesn’t involve you, you keep your ass where it is. Don’t. Don’t do it’”. Why the urgency? Because Kylie knows her man.

“As much as I would love to say that Jason would be the one that would hop in there and be the… peacekeeper… breaking it up…” she said, trailing off before delivering the punchline with deadpan certainty. “You and I both know… I’m pretty sure he was going in swinging”.

It’s a stunning, funny, and deeply revealing admission. It’s the kind of honesty that builds a loyal following. She knows her husband isn’t a diplomat; he’s a warrior. And while she loves that about him, she’d also like to keep their money out of the NFL’s pockets.

This no-nonsense authenticity carries over into every other aspect of her life, especially motherhood. When asked what she gives trick-or-treaters who show up at her door in a Dallas Cowboys costume, she didn’t hesitate. She’d give every other kid candy, “and then I would march my ass to the kitchen and get a box of raisins and drop that right in that bag”.

When another fan asked what items she has to hide from her three young daughters, her answer was, again, painfully relatable. It’s not scissors. “What I do have to be careful of,” she confessed, “is any type of writing or drawing utensil”. She then painted a vivid, chaotic picture of her home life. “It’s everywhere. It’s on the couch, it’s on the wall, it’s on the floor”. She’s tried timeouts, she’s tried making them scrub it, but the allure of a “silky crayon” or “watercolor paint” is too strong. “The minute they get… any paintbrush with even a hint of color left in it… full face paint. A full, full face of paint”. “It’s bananas,” she sighed. And she already knows, “without a doubt,” which of her children is the “most mischievous”: her daughter Bennett, who she is certain will one day be the one to “cut their hair or their sister’s hair”.

Even her take on social media trends is laced with this signature, defiant humor. Discussing the TikTok trend of Gen Z mocking the “millennial pause”—the slight hesitation older users have when they start recording—Kylie declared, “I feel personally victimized”. Her former field hockey players even pointed it out to her. Her response? A declaration of war. “I’m going to start doing it on purpose,” she joked, “and I’m going to start doing it for an extended amount of time”. She has no patience for the “lack of a sense of urgency”. “Chill out,” she advised. “Take a deep breath… we’ll get there. God”.

From her passion for her youth field hockey clinic to her self-deprecating humor about signing memorabilia—”I literally told one of those children, ‘This just decreased the value of your stick’”—Kylie Kelce is building an empire on authenticity. She is the counter-narrative to the curated influencer, a woman who finds the “ew” in “darling,” begs her husband not to fight, and is just trying to find a place to hide the markers. And we, frankly, cannot get enough of it.