Nobody asked us to make this podcast — but we’re doing it anyway.
Hosted by two wildly honest, slightly unhinged women, Nobody Asked Us dives into the mess of modern adulthood with dark humor, sarcasm, and surprising sincerity. Expect unfiltered takes on relationships, parenting, mental health, weird childhood stories, cult-ish encounters, and the occasional spiritual meltdown.
It’s like your most brutally honest group chat… if that group chat had microphones and no boundaries.
Come for the chaos. Stay for the catharsis
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Nobody asked us to make this podcast — but we’re doing it anyway.
Hosted by two wildly honest, slightly unhinged women, Nobody Asked Us dives into the mess of modern adulthood with dark humor, sarcasm, and surprising sincerity. Expect unfiltered takes on relationships, parenting, mental health, weird childhood stories, cult-ish encounters, and the occasional spiritual meltdown.
It’s like your most brutally honest group chat… if that group chat had microphones and no boundaries.
Come for the chaos. Stay for the catharsis
Somebody Asked Trevor about: Emotional needs of Dudes, Dating Apps, and Diplomatic Immunity for the Male Brain.
Nobody Asked Us
56 minutes 55 seconds
4 months ago
Somebody Asked Trevor about: Emotional needs of Dudes, Dating Apps, and Diplomatic Immunity for the Male Brain.
We asked a man to explain himself. He brought snacks and surprising emotional insight. Let the mansplaining begin (but like...the good kind).
Nobody Asked Us
Nobody asked us to make this podcast — but we’re doing it anyway.
Hosted by two wildly honest, slightly unhinged women, Nobody Asked Us dives into the mess of modern adulthood with dark humor, sarcasm, and surprising sincerity. Expect unfiltered takes on relationships, parenting, mental health, weird childhood stories, cult-ish encounters, and the occasional spiritual meltdown.
It’s like your most brutally honest group chat… if that group chat had microphones and no boundaries.
Come for the chaos. Stay for the catharsis
