Ronda Rousey on “S.N.L.”

Last September, Beyoncé introduced new interstitial material to her live show during Made in America, Jay Z’s annual festival in Philadelphia. After she finished “7/11,” the stage went dark, and a recorded monologue (not by Beyoncé) played over the sound system, each word flashing in giant text on a towering screen. “I have this one term for the kind of woman that my mother raised me not to be,” the voice said. “And I call it a do-nothin’ bitch . . . the kind of chick who just tries to be pretty and taken care of by somebody else.” The speech, in its chilling, disembodied form, continued, “There’s not a single muscle in my body that wasn’t developed for a purpose. Because I’m not a do-nothin’ bitch.” As the monologue finished, the first notes of the song “Diva” sounded.