Okay, so I’ve been seeing Rhea Ripley everywhere lately. You kinda can’t miss her, right? The whole vibe she has, it got me thinking. Not about wrestling, really, I mean, I watch sometimes, but more about that… presence? Yeah, presence.
So, I decided, kinda as a personal experiment, you know, just for myself, to see if I could channel a bit of that. Not the look, definitely not the purple lipstick on me, but the attitude. The ‘I don’t really care what you think’ energy. Easier said than done, let me tell you.
Starting the ‘Practice’
First thing I did was just observe. Watched some interviews, backstage stuff, not just the matches. Tried to pinpoint what it is. It’s in the walk, the way she smirks, doesn’t seem rushed or flustered. Okay, noted.
Then I tried to, like, practice it in small ways. Holding eye contact a bit longer when talking to someone. Not immediately apologizing if I bumped into a chair. Stuff like that. Felt super awkward at first. My brain kept screaming, ‘Be nice! Don’t be weird!’
This whole thing reminded me of something years ago.
I used to work at this place, super corporate, beige walls, the whole deal. And there was this one manager, always cutting people off, super loud, basically took up all the space in the room. Everyone was kinda intimidated. I remember thinking I had to be extra polite, extra accommodating just to survive there. I’d shrink myself down.
- I’d wait forever to speak in meetings.
- I’d over-explain everything.
- I definitely wouldn’t have just smirked if someone disagreed with me.
Looking back, it was exhausting. And that manager? Probably didn’t even notice or care. He just did his thing.
Trying It Out
So, thinking about that old job and watching Rhea, I tried applying this ‘Mami’ energy. Like, last week, in a video call, someone tried to talk over me. Normally, I’d just stop, let them go. This time, I just kept talking, finished my point. Didn’t raise my voice, just… didn’t stop. It felt weird, but also kinda good?
It’s not about being rude, I think. It’s more about not automatically making yourself smaller. Rhea Ripley, she takes up space. She has this aura that says ‘I belong here’. Trying to find my own version of that, without the spooky makeup, is the real practice.
It’s still a work in progress. Sometimes I forget, slip back into old habits. Sometimes it probably comes off awkward. But it’s interesting. Just trying to stand my ground a little more, internally and externally. It’s less about Rhea Ripley herself, maybe, and more about what her persona kinda nudged me to look at in myself. Crazy how you find inspiration in unexpected places, right?
