Psychologist Mimi Road Tripping the World

I don’t know when my morning commute turned into an armory run, but here we are.Some people find pennies on the sidewalk. Others find feathers, “signs from the universe,” or if they’re especially curated heart-shaped rocks. I, apparently, find weapons. Not metaphorical ones. Actual, honest-to-goodness, sharpened pieces of wood. Stakes. Spikes. Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer-core.At first, I thought…

Apparently, somewhere in Spain, a physicist woke up and chose chaos. How so? By proving that humans, across cultures, ages, and continents, cannot for the life of us walk in a straight line. We drift left. Universally. Our feet drift left. Like some subtle, collective lean toward mischief or meaning or the nearest espresso.This is both deeply scientific and profoundly validating. Because I have…

There is a very specific kind of problem no one warns you about in adulthood. That is becoming too well-loved at your favorite bar or restaurant.You know the place. They know your name. They know your drink. They know how you like your food. You like extra sauce, no questions asked, borderline illegal levels of customization. You don’t even order anymore. You just make eye contact and nod, like…

In what might be the greatest psychological experiment no one meant to run, an Icelandic TV station accidentally aired a children’s show with subtitles from The Sopranos.Not just any scene.The intervention scene.For Christopher.Now imagine, if you will—, weet, bouncy, technicolor innocence from Teletubbies. Laa-Laa. Po. Sun baby judging us silently.And underneath?“Your hair was in the toilet…

Apparently, new research suggests that leaders who oppose remote work may have higher levels of narcissism.The theory? They crave attention. Validation. The admiring gaze of employees nodding in conference rooms and laughing just a little too hard at their jokes.And listen, I love a good psychological theory. We all do. It makes everything feel explainable. Tidy. Diagnosable over coffee.But I’m…

This Fourth of July, I celebrated freedom the old-fashioned way: by accidentally achieving it.Not metaphorical freedom. Not “out of office but secretly checking Slack every 11 minutes” freedom. I mean full-blown, Founding Fathers would weep, unreachable freedom.I went on a family trip. I saw relatives I haven’t seen in ages. There were hugs, stories, question and everything you’d expect from a…

I am increasingly convinced that my dog has a severe case of FOMO.Not mild. Not occasional. I’m talking full-blown, body-check-you-on-the-stairs, “no one leaves without me” levels of fear of missing out.If there is movement toward a door, he is there. If a shoe is being put on, he is emotionally involved.If I so much as think about going somewhere, he is already positioned to ensure I do not go…

There is a new trend out of South Korea that feels both deeply innovative and slightly existential.They are called dopamine sites.You browse. You select. You add to cart. A courier accepts your order.You can even track the delivery in real time.And then nothing arrives.It is fake shopping. A full emotional arc with no package at the end. Retail theater. Consumption cosplay.Now as someone who has…

Fourteen years ago, I started a blog with absolutely no plan.No content calendar.No brand strategy.No “voice and tone” guide approved by a committee of people who say things like “circle back.”Just vibes.And yet, here we are. Fourteen years later. Still typing. Still observing. Still mildly annoyed by humanity in ways that feel both deeply personal and broadly universal.I truly had no idea I had…

Somewhere between “please give me grace” and “please give me a break,” there exists a tiny linguistic battlefield where adults with too much time on their hands argue about whether you can gift someone something.And I would just like to say, as a licensed user of words in the wild. I am not entering that battlefield. I am decorating it.Because yes, I  gift things. I gift time. I gift patience. I…

This may be the most 2026 headline we get all year. A DoorDash delivery robot wandered into an active SWAT scene and refused to evacuate.Of course it did.Why wouldn’t it? The robot has no amygdala. No anxiety. No “maybe I should not be here while heavily armed humans are negotiating something intense.” Just vibes. And a delivery window.Somewhere, a human in a vest is yelling, “Clear the area!”…

In a move that feels equal parts dystopian and deeply on-brand for 2026, Dating.com has announced it’s hiring its first-ever Chief Breakup Officer. This is a person whose full-time job is to end other people’s relationships for them.I’m sorry, is this not just Human Resources with better lighting?Because let’s be honest the skillset overlaps. You’re managing expectations. You’re delivering…

Of course it was Florida.An entrepreneurial spirit looked at a Walmart parking lot and thought, “You know what this needs? Pineapple garnish and emotional regulation.”And just like that an emotional support tiki bar was born.For three glorious hours.Three hours of questionable zoning decisions and surprisingly effective coping strategies. Three hours where people pushing carts full of bulk paper…

So apparently, we’ve decided death needed a software update.Enter the “grief bot.” An AI-powered, eerily chipper digital version of your dead loved one which is ready to text you back, remember your birthday, and maybe even say the things they never quite managed to say while alive. Closure, but make it interactive.If your first reaction is wait absolutely not, congratulations! Your nervous…

Researchers have discovered something deeply comforting about human connection. We don’t actually bond over shared values, hopes, or dreams.No no. We bond over what we can’t stand.This explains a lot.You’re at a party. You could try to ask someone “What brings you joy?” Or you could say, “Can we talk about how the Kardashians are somehow still a thing?”Boom. Instant intimacy. Practically…

There are bad decisions and then there are parade-level, caught-on-camera, what exactly did you think was going to happen here decisions.A woman, now former executive at JPMorgan Chase, attends a parade, presumably to celebrate, soak in joy, maybe grab a T-shirt cannon freebie like a normal person. Instead, she locks eyes with a full-sized, Knicks-themed trash can.And something inside her says…

Apparently, we’re speaking about 300 fewer words a day than we used to.Three hundred.That’s not just a statistic. That’s a slow, collective quieting.And honestly? I believe it.Because somewhere between “call me when you get there” and “k,” we decided full sentences were optional.We don’t talk. We ping.We don’t converse. We respond.We don’t elaborate. We react.Thumbs up. Heart. “LOL” (which, let’s…