I went out for dinner with a friend the other day, and this particular friend is not someone you’d expect to have any knowledge of UFC fighting, and yet, he wanted to talk about Ronda Rousey getting her ass kicked over the weekend. He couldn’t recall the name of the woman who kicked Rousey’s ass, but he understood it’s import.
This is when I understood that Ronda Rousey is bigger than Uproxx (where headlines with her name in them often dominate). She’s bigger than her role in Entourage. She may be bigger than UFC, because I could not name a single other UFC fighter — male or female — other than Rousey and the woman who beat her, Holly Holm.
Like many people, I became fascinated with Rousey by a form of cultural osmosis: She’s the most dominant athlete in a brutal, violent sport, and she’s crossed over enough that she’ll actually be headlining the Roadhouse remake.
That’s fucking cool.
The sport, on the other hand, oof. It’s f*cked up, though I suppose it’s no more f*cked up than football or boxing, although I do remember not that long ago when this variety of fighting was banned in most states.
Anyway, Holly Holm was on Late Night with Seth Meyers last night, because when you come at the king and you don’t miss, you get to be the second or third guest on a 12:30 a.m. talk show!
She seems cool, but mostly I’m impressed with how quickly she managed to make a face that looked like ground hamburger in the photo above so presentable only two weeks later. The human body is a hell of a thing.