I Published 286 Articles in 2025: Here Are the Best Ones
Time for the annual CHH roundup
I know I write a lot, perhaps more than my subscribers even want me to (I’ve had unsubscribes where the reason was “too many articles”) but it’s always a bit shocking to see the real numbers: in the year 2025, I published 286 articles.
With that many, it’s likely many of you missed at least some of these. You could have missed some of my best ones! So here are my top articles for 2025, as well as the ones that got me the most crap:
When I Worked in Big Tech and Everyone Fucking Hated Me was easily my biggest banger of the year. This was a comedic personal essay about a horrendous three-week orientation for a big tech company for which I worked in the late 2010s, where my attempts to make friends all fell flat. I know that doesn’t sound very funny, but just trust me on this one, it was one of my best.
Why (Some) Women Get Obsessed with the Red Pill
I Am the Female Bad Husband, about my tendency to be the lazy/messy one in our marriage and a followup review with our review of Fair Play
You Don’t Like Women, You Like Boobs about the men who say they like “feminine women” but hate all aspects of femininity that aren’t related to sex.
You’re Not Too Hot to Work, about…well, the women who think they’re too hot to work
Sex with Your Husband Isn’t Labor, about how the “emotional labor” scope creep cannot come for consensual sex.
You Will Own Nothing, Except the Libs about the right-wingers cheering on a recession to put “HR girlbosses” out of jobs
Average Men Don’t Have the Cards, about how men today are competing with Phone more than Chad
I’ve Been Personally Victimized by MAGA Taylor Swift, a free satire (which not everyone knew was satire) about the rising tide of Fascist Swift.
Pit Bulls and Children Don’t Mix, unsurprisingly one of my more controversial articles of the year, but not as controversial as I expected. Self-explanatory from the title.
I’m a Food Capitalist and my Husband is a Food Communist was a free article about how my husband prefers sharing food (and ordering as a communal affair) whereas I want my own food.
When Finding the Odd Girl Out Becomes Female Bonding, about how groups of women and girls can bond over finding a common enemy to oust from the clique.
The Loneliness Epidemic is Our Revealed Preference, about how many of us deliberately choose things that keep us isolated and lonely.
The Girls Who Aren’t Pretty, about our tendency to speak only of the experiences of the most beautiful women, when talking about “women.”
In Defense of “Rude” Questions, about why we should probably just let sweet old ladies ask us stupid things about our kids without getting offended.
Trump Will Always Be the Dom, about how Trump has a talent for seeking out submissive traits in others, and why he always has some rotating “sub,” from Michael Cohen to Elon Musk.
My Permission to be Horny, about how I (and many, albeit not all women) can’t get excited about sex unless it’s someone else’s idea.
Megan McArdle mentioned you on Central Air as basically the only person she could think of off the top of her head that was "substack-famous" but wasn't coming from another media outlet; like you didn't carry your fame TO substack, you just whipped your cock out de novo. I thought that was pretty impressive. so, Happy New Year!
Well, I read the article about pit bulls, published before I discovered CHH. Two comments:
1. As a toddler, I climbed on to the toilet, and from there climbed up into the adjacent sink. I stood in the sink and opened the medicine cabinet to get the bottle of what looked like candy and ate the “candy”. My grandfather’s heart pills. My parents found me and I was rushed to the ER where I was physically held down while my stomach was pumped out, which is why I am here today. Your medicine cabinet is not a safe place for medicine unless you are 100% sure your toddler is incapable of getting to it. I have been told by people to whom I told this story that their two year olds know better than to do this. I don’t know about you, but I never met a two year old with good judgement.
2. I once owned an aggressive dog. This was not a choice, I was a new dog owner and didn’t realize that I was taking on a problem. Parents of young children drove me crazy. Parent: “She want to pet him” me: “he’s not friendly “. Parent: “She’s very gentle and good with animals” me: “he bites”. Followed on at least one occasion by parental outrage. I wound up liking the parents that at least asked, not all of them did. (He was a very handsome dog with thick fur )