This is written by a woman (and friend of mine!) who wishes to remain anonymous.
When the article about Andrew Huberman was published in March, I wasn’t surprised, because “Sarah” had contacted me months before, seeking answers from women she says didn’t know about her, though they were having sex with her then-partner, Andrew.
On a Sunday night in February, I received a text from an unknown number—the texter introduced herself as “Sarah,” the woman Andrew shared his life with for the last five years. She shared deeply personal, deleterious, and unsubstantiated details about Andrew cheating on her with four to ten women, spreading rumors about her, and verbally abusing her. She assumed I was one of those hapless women, and she apologized for being the one to tell me. She was cloaking gossip in virtue, though she reassured me that she held no ill will against me and saw me as another victim. All of this happened before ending her opening message to me by asking me, “woman-to-woman,” to bring her comfort and closure by admitting that I was sleeping with Andrew.
I felt a mix of shame, suspicion, confusion, hurt, degradation, empathy, and curiosity. Who was on the other end of this message? Could I trust her, or him, or them? Was this a trap? What sort of nightmare love triangle did Andrew drag me into? “Triangle” is probably not even the right geometric shape. I asked her how she found my contact information. It was hard not to feel solidarity with her, she was kind and spilling her guts about her heartbreak—yet, her approach was unapologetically intrusive and felt manipulative.
Sarah said she found my name in Andrew’s journal one day and instinctively took a photo of the page and later googled me to find my number. When I asked why she’d assume I had an “affair” with Andrew after reading my name in his journal, she replied: “Because of him talking about a long-term relationship…with somebody beautiful. I looked at your picture and you seemed beautiful and private.”
I admit some susceptibility to flattery, and yet it was as if Sarah thought I owed her answers regarding my relationship with Andrew. After I felt confident that this was the woman that Andrew had been seeing for the last few years, I told her that I’d not seen Andrew since before the pandemic. She rapid-fire texted:
- “So he cheated on me with you in the early part of our relationship?”
- No, I’ve been in relationships.
- “Oh, he reached out, but you didn’t accept.”
- No.
- “Were you in a relationship with him? Or was it just more casual?”
I told Sarah I’d not been romantically involved with Andrew since before their relationship started in ~2018.
She declared how relieved she felt and we discussed in limited detail our histories with Andrew. Sarah said nothing about going to the press and I said I wasn’t interested in any sort of PR takedown of him. It’s possible she wasn’t planning to at that moment, but I felt she had an agenda beyond closure. I thought she wanted revenge.
I told her I’d known Andrew for nearly 20 years and was aware that he had some struggles in his relationships—and don’t we all! Sarah said she was also aware of his past. Despite what she said earlier in her texts, Andrew had nothing but very positive things to say about her whenever I spoke to him. He told me all about their struggles with fertility and how much he loved their shared life with her children from a former marriage. While Andrew and I had dated off and on for many years, he did not reach out to me for anything romantic when they were together, indicating to me that he must be quite committed and in love with her. I expressed compassion and empathy for her and with any woman he’s not been truthful to, but I also expressed sympathy for Andrew because I know that, despite himself, he wants a life partner. The whole thing seemed sad to me.
After Sarah realized I saw Andrew as more than what she and these other women experienced (he is more than that), she acknowledged Andrew was generous and kind with her in many ways throughout their relationship. She repeated to me that part of her healing process is knowing the full truth. I am sure she meant this, though I don’t know where she picked up this notion or how she knows it’s true. I think she should read Esther Perel’s books. The sense that she was seeking more than “healing” persisted. The truth came out when the article hit.
I can’t decide what stood out to me more when I first read it: that Sarah cherry-picked whose contact info she provided to Kerry Howley, conveniently excluding me, or that a story which doesn’t amount to much more than a gossip column about an accomplished neuroscientist-turned-podcaster’s propensity for wandering made the front cover of New York Magazine. There’s no abuse of power, no exploitation, no inspirational story of female empowerment—there’s simply an opportunistic journalist writing an unflattering portrayal of Andrew Huberman as a narcissistic, philandering liar. Is someone’s admittedly salacious private life news?
Howley might’ve squandered an opportunity to empower women who may have felt powerless in their relationships or perhaps open a dialogue about the complexity of human relationships gone awry. Something about how these women found themselves involved and, in some cases, in love with a man who seemed unreliable and even deceptive in his personal life while earning a public reputation as thoughtful, insightful, and charming. Instead of complexity, she chose simplicity. Howley didn’t explore the characters or backgrounds of the women in this story. Who are they? What were they seeking? Had she done more diligence of her own, Howley would’ve at least alluded to the background of one of them whose company was investigated for consumer fraud and sued by former employees for wage theft—clear instances of deception and abusing one’s power. The latter of the two was settled out of court and as they say, guilty people don’t settle (looking at you, Michael Jackson).
Instead, Howley wrote about a series of anonymous women who say they thought they were in a monogamous relationship with a man, only to find out it was not monogamous at all. She highlighted how he repeated the same lines over and over again to these women. A lot of the language sounded familiar to me—oh wait, that’s because I’ve known Andew for years. I’m pretty certain my vernacular doesn’t reinvent itself every time I’m in a new relationship, and I’m pretty sure that’s true of most people. The article also includes a number of barely corroborated, seemingly petty things Andrew lied about to demonstrate his supposed lack of moral compass. One that stood out to me was that he lied about living in Piedmont, a wealthy enclave in the East Bay. Andrew’s home, while technically not part of the Piedmont zip code, was a literal stone’s throw away. The article felt like a jilted-lovers’ fantasy come true: an expose detailing every dark and mortifying secret about your cheating ex.
Perhaps there just wasn’t a great story to tell and that’s why it merely reads as gossip. Were Howley and the New York Magazine editor also duped into sleeping with Andrew Huberman under the guise of monogamy and a great future together? Did they do it anyway, for the story?
Look, I get it. I have a pretty deep well of empathy for a woman scorned; I tell friends that I’ll provide transportation across international borders should they seek revenge and need to make a quick getaway. What I really want my friends to know when I make that joke is, if anyone ever betrays their trust, I’ll empathize with their feelings of anger and hurt and won’t judge them for acting out while they process it.
I’ve been inspired by women who seek revenge on their exes, particularly when they empower themselves as women in the process. The difference between empowerment and disempowerment is important. One such example is the article that Justine Musk penned herself about her ex-husband, Elon Musk. Justine didn’t write this anonymously or use it as an opportunity to unearth gossip from all corners of Musk’s life (even though I think he deserved it then and deserves it even more now), weaving together a hit-piece without any substantive commentary on the complexities of life and relationships. Justine bravely laid bare her participation in the slow relinquishing of her own identity and career in support of her talented but painfully insecure partner, who turned around and dumped her anyway. The story inspires because it’s multifaceted, introspective, and offers insight into how someone might find themself in that exact same situation. And perhaps a roadmap to escape it.
The Sarah I communicated with in February sounded capable of writing something more cogent and inspiring. Something revealing, and introspective, while also untangling the complexities of getting involved with someone we can’t fully trust. I think Howley failed her by turning this article into the hack job that it is. I don’t know whether Sarah or these other women found closure or peace of mind by participating. I can’t help but feel like this article could serve as a lesson for Andrew and for them, but one that the author failed to articulate anywhere among its 10,000 words. What stories aren’t being told as this one is? What would someone with a broader, more humane vision of the world than Howley’s have done with the material? If we’re going to talk about lying, why don’t we talk about Sarah’s motives, and what she said when she approached women on Howley’s behalf? Why aren’t we looking into the relationship between Sarah and Howley?
Much of the legacy media has turned into a hit-piece machine. It’s sad, but also common, and yet I still think many people don’t realize how the media sausage gets made. Once a journalist has a point of view, they often act like a prosecutor. We saw what the New York Times did to Astral Codex Ten writer Scott Alexander. Now we have this attack against Huberman. I don’t condone his dating habits, but I also don’t think this amounts to a public story. Ryan Holiday published Trust Me, I’m Lying: Confessions of a Media Manipulator back in 2012. A dozen years later, it remains distressingly relevant. I want someone to investigate Howley and Sarah, and tell us how the article came together. That’s the story that’s most important to the public interest, because so many of the media’s sleazy operations are cloaked in secrecy. I can reveal just a little bit of that story: “journalism” can pretend to be a private story when it’s actually prep for a public social attack.
Many of us have unfortunate periods in our romantic histories, or pathologies we battle in our relationships today. But if you become famous, you become a target for the Howleys and New York Magazines of the world.
I don’t think there is a there there with this story. I think Sarah and Andrew did have real love and a real relationship, and she knows Andrew. She knows about his childhood, about his struggles to get where he is, about his deep desire for a loving family. Regardless of how much Howley attempted to undermine and trivialize it. I’ve had men betray me and I’ve fantasized about their personal or professional demise. But over time I’ve come to see them more fully. They are more than the hurt they caused me, and they were more to me than the hurt they caused me. Someone once told me that the only thing more emotionally damaging than feeling abandoned or betrayed by someone you trust, is abandoning our own sense of truth and morality. I believe that. But, if you’re my friend or a woman in need and your man has cheated on you, you know where to find me if you need a getaway car.