Lana Rose

Words in the Midst

Ronda Rousey: A Lesson in Losing… Yourself

Posted by on Nov 16, 2015 in words, WordsInTheMidst | 4 comments

Ronda Rousey: A Lesson in Losing… Yourself

Saturday night’s knockout of UFC megastar Ronda Rousey was a kick to the head felt ‘round the world, far beyond the reaches of the usual UFC fan fare. Rousey, the previously undefeated champ, has garnered a massive following over the past few months by bolstering her tough girl image with fun visits to the Tonight Show, sexy cover girl layouts, movie cameos, and a growing marketing presence. Her slick talk and wily eyed determination made her an eye and ear catching presence to women like me – here’s a kickass chick that can actually do some ass kicking, I said to myself… I like it. But as she stepped into the octagon on Saturday, a few things stood out to me before the fight even began. The hardened face of her approach. The unwillingness to tap gloves with her opponent before the fight. These things reeked of a certain disrespect. Not just for the opposition. But for the game. And for self. We know how the ensuing fight played out. A champion cut down and splayed across the mat. A new champ risen with giddiness and thankfulness. On Sunday morning, I woke to recap the fight from the night before. Not the one on tv, but the one in my own octagon. A couple of rounds in, I was still feeling scrappy but worn. I caught myself walking around in a hoodie, frustrated and mean mugging the whole world as it passed. I joked to myself that I was pulling a Ronda Rousey. Then it occurred to me how that statement had changed. Emulating Ronda once meant being a badass chick that was the champion of her domain. Celebrating the fact that I’m not a “do nothing bitch.” But what did that mean now that she had lost? Humanity gladly celebrates the defeat of sharp tongued, hardened folk who forget how to struggle humbly and adapt within the game. Regardless of whether or not there is ever a rematch, it is up to Ronda to decide how she will come back out after this change of pace. Undefeated no more – what will her soundbytes sound like? In all of that worry about being a “do nothing bitch” could it be that Ronda Rousey now stands on the brink of becoming a “beat bitch” instead? Her entire ego-centric persona toppled by one loss? It happens. We may not all...

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Mama Beat…nik

Posted by on Oct 17, 2012 in Mama Musings, Poetry, words, WordsInTheMidst | 0 comments

I write my poetry down now. Because I can’t remember it anymore. It gets lost somewhere… under the pile of toys on my bed up my daughters’ nose with the crayon she just shoved up there stuck on the table with the oatmeal from this morning.   I used to be one of those cool cats (at least I thought I was) that could stand at a mic and pro-nounce my po-et-ry reciting it from mem-o-ry like I was dreaming it up on the spot like God himself was coming down to speak the words out of my mouth and I was merely a bush burning with the truth.   But I write my poetry down now. Because it has a way of slipping out of my hands. In fact, it has a way of never slipping into my hands, after an 18-hour day with an 18-month-old child I can barely put together a coherent sentence Nevermind one that rhymes… if there’s a mama out there that’s maintained her memory can you please seek her out? can you find her for me? what are her tricks? her schemes? her notions? is there some magic ritual? is it some special… lotion? … see, I told you.   I write my poetry down now. Because that’s where it belongs. On paper with ink and letters curving their shape around my words bringing something real to the dreams in my head giving signs of life that might last beyond my last breath.   I write my poetry down now. Just like I always have....

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some flowers bloom at night

Posted by on Sep 17, 2012 in words, WordsInTheMidst | 0 comments

some flowers bloom at night when the sun has gone away unable to show their beauty to the harsh light of day some flowers bloom at night the place they can’t be seen in times of shadow and darkness of hidden hope and dreams some flowers bloom at night after others had their due the reigning queens of sunset find their full glory too –lana rose...

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