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I am fire and water - steam

Tue, 13 May 2008 23:54:05 GMT

How, "it's all good" works in my life:

Being the 3rd daughter in a family that wanted a boy so badly they gave me a male name altered to fit my gender
made me a feminist right off the bat- that is good

Coming from a family that is from the old world meant a spiritual awareness and acceptance of spiritual experiences. Including telling my mother that my brother was coming before she became pregnant with him and that I knew him from before- and her accepting what I shared, all good

Having asthma taught me to appreciate every breath, to stay calm in any storm, that most things are not as bad as most people think they are, that life is precious, and I can shift easily into trance- those are good things

Coming from a family with it's share of problems taught me survival, and how to thrive, eventually I learned compassion - good good stuff

Humiliating jobs humbled me and pushed me into finding the god/ grace in everything. good for me

A talent that my father suppressed (his perception of dance was not favorable) taught me resourcefulness- good that leads to more good

My fathers xenophobia in the first half or 3/4 of his life taught me the importance of activism even before he changed and learned to see the beauty in all types of people and recognize his love for them. good good good

Financial desperation led to work on a stage that had me slipping back into my past lives with greater ease than ever before- goodness

Single motherhood brought out my supportive, community building medicine even more than being a starving artist did
mmmhmmm, it's a good thing

Having a not so nurturing, diva type, beautiful mother taught me to care for myself and others. There is no one I can't help in some way if they ask. I also learned about beauty and the importance of beauty in the world. That added a layer beyond edge to my art- poli kala

Time alone while healing as a child with a chronic fluctuating illness, I learned spontaneity, to cherish and live in the moment.

I feel a sense of connection to the all one that we all are- that everything is

I call this awareness grace. What do you call it in your life?

the Republican party since NIxon

Mon, 12 May 2008 19:56:40 GMT

are a bunch of assholes supported by morons and other assholes

SNaX

Mon, 12 May 2008 15:28:19 GMT

8 levels of giving
the highest is to give of your time and resources. I gave at a 6 or 7 this week, and yes- on mothers day. I was paid (way below the usual rate) and worked with many hats on for a project that promotes healthy eating habits and exercise to our kids in LAUSD. It may or may not be all that effective, but, it's at least a drop in the bucket towards promoting good choices and exposing the conditioning that comes from corporations. I became involved initially through a production company I know, respect and have come to love. I'm grateful for the call from Sonia and looking forward to another week of it.

Sat, 10 May 2008 04:04:18 GMT

Working with a female producer, pro feminist male EP's & director in a diverse production company that is laid back, conscious, creative, skilled, talented...I am not the only multi-talented one, not the only artist who can also handle the office.
We are working on a soically conscious project to top it off..the pay is really low, I enjoy working more than anything else so it's not just about the money.

I'm enjoying it

I love working with these conditions.

These conditions with good pay is bliss-

coming soon.

Now I am watching the Jimmy Carter appearance on the Tonight Show
(TVO) Jimmy Carter is not just my fave president and activist, he is not just a crush -
of all the men in the world I am not directly related to-
he's my favorite man.

Screenwriting group at Yahoo is so fricken sexist

Tue, 06 May 2008 14:59:22 GMT

This group showed it's sexism back when Cody received her Oscar for Juno...many of them just couldn't get past her time as a stripper. The comments were ignorant to say the least.
Since then more sexist comments have come up in comments.
I grew tired enough to post the following and leave the group.

Dear members who are upset about being called out for making offensive statements, who are now defending them,

You may want to take a look at this.
Drop ego from it & look objectively at the system.

I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to be hit with sexism EVERYWHERE but, the world isn't like that is it? Ask yourself if you want to contribute to another's pain, feeling picked on, left out, pushed aside and made fun of for how we were born? Do you really want to be with the bullies?

I choose to believe it's a matter of just not knowing what your contributing to when you defend mean comments, labels or statements.
I know you've learned that if you call me nigger, you are being a bigot, right?
It's not funny.

Describing women as receptacles or by their body parts is not funny- it's mean. Stop it.

When someone tells you that you've done something that caused harm, stop, apologize and correct. To defend it (on a public forum no less) is beyond callous. It's sexist, bigoted bullying.
Please stop.

Now, if you choose to make fun of me for communicating discomfort, I can only hope you wont ever know what that feels like.

good luck,
T

and from 37 days- the telling of a grad student with white privilege who still got to experience sexism
"My face went instantly hot. I knew in an instant: This is what power really is. The power to deny the whole reality of someone else."
and that about sums it up.

feminist role model

Mon, 05 May 2008 17:23:50 GMT

When I was a girl
around 10 or so I had a photo of Barbara Walters on my wall.
She inspired so many of us.

She paved the way.

I may give myself her book for mothers day.

when will we hear about rev. Wrights sexist theories too?

Sat, 03 May 2008 04:09:40 GMT

That Reverend Wright reminds me of Detroit.

It is a fine line between Afrocentric knowledge and Afrovictim conspiracy theory.

That Reverend reminds me that not everyone is aware that we all learn uniquely. Yes culture can have it's affect. Yes some cultures are more out loud and some are quiet. We must remember that in every culture their are introverts and extroverts, people who learn in a visual, kinetic, audio and every combination known and unknown way.

Obama cutting loose from his church must have triggered something.

I watched a Greek funeral scene in a film and started crying for my loss. I left the church because of what they said and did. I left their sexism knowing that was not the way for me to honor god. But, that meant I sacrificed a lot of what I loved on this earth. Thankfully that sacrifice made room for other cherished blessings.

yes we are all one.
no there is not just one way.

Affirmative Action Plea

Fri, 02 May 2008 18:02:56 GMT

Not every industry is regulated. Small businesses, film production companies, internet start ups, are not forced to hire with a conscience regarding minorities. It takes conscientious effort on the part of the business owner, producer, PM, and anyone who is in a position to hire, to be on the side of equal rights and positive social change. It isn't that women and other minorities are not developing the skills, possessing the talent, the drive or eagerness to perform a job well, as a matter of fact, we tend to work harder to prove ourselves. We do not have membership in the white boys club that hires, and greenlights so many jobs, careers and projects. If you are choosing to be conscious in this lifetime and have a positive lasting effect, consider women and other minorities when creating opportunities.

Scan10070

Thu, 01 May 2008 03:20:46 GMT

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The bio and interview of Mrs. Obama on CNN made me sad.
She was Barracks mentor when they first met. Now she is the woman behind the man, his "rock" etc.
ugh
It isn't possible to count how many women have put their dreams and goals on hold so that the man they were with could achieve...I'm so tired of witnessing that scenario
Right now we have a chance to support a woman who has earned our support and faith.
I don't care that she is white.
I care that she supports GLBTQ rights, Choice, Universal Health Care
and she knows how to play the game.
Right now, she is the only one who is owning being a politician. I'm disgusted by politicians, who are politicking, saying they are not politicians- pullease.

precious

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:50:49 GMT

I remember when he was that little...

New Speak in the News

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:38:03 GMT

NEW SPEAK TRANSLATOR:
Liberty = Corporate gain
Confidence = status quo, the white male continues to lead without remorse or accountability
Peace = lower taxes for the wealthy 1 percent
Difficult economic times = Recession
Congress = Scapegoat
Christian Values = Oppression
Allies = govt.s we control
Allies (2) = countries where we strategically place our armed FORCES
Economy = story time
Press conference = John McCain endorsement

The president who scoffed at Energy / global warming warnings, who is one of the family members who profited off of the jokes they made about the first president who spoke of conserving our resources & reducing waste, is on television blaming congress now.
Wow
Bush Jr. might night drink anymore, but, his lack of accountability screams addict.

It's crazy making and abusive. Turning it off & tuning it out only helps for so long. This sort of governing does not go unnoticed. I was off the grid during Reagan's Reign, it still had it's impact on me personally. The city I was based in was experiencing a depression. A full on depression era level depression. And this man that is talking, his family profited from that.
How dare he.
How? We let him.
We (collectively as US citizens) believe him when he uses the word Liberty to mean corporate gain.

mother fucker.

The minute he supports something, I see the strings attached. I may not be able to identify the exact corporation or CEO, but, I can see the strings.

This puppet on TV right now, who is suddenly aware of the gas crisis, food crisis, energy crisis doesn't speak of his part in it...No, he hasn't taken any steps. He is not in recovery and he is taking the country down with him- one last dunk from the prez....oh, now we pretend that the Taliban was in Afghanistan before we meddled...Now, we proceed with questions and answers as if we all agree that it is worth it to impose our culture, our beliefs and our corporations on people around the world. There were more women in University than men, in pre Taliban Afghanistan. Does he really not know that? Does he really not know what his daddy and uncle Ronald were up to? The ground that was laid, does he really pretend to not stand on it now?
No, he blatantly stands on it, proud as a little boy pissing in the river. Except he is a monster and his piss is poison.

all inclusive, the omni present, objective, oya oh yeah- Christos Anesti

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:05:08 GMT

God is energy, is spirit, omnipresence -
God = unconditional love.
Unconditional love includes the good and the bad, the bitter and the sweet,
both your anger and your release.
God is not restricted to black white, good bad, male female.
God is your ancestors and mine.
Ancestors are not owned by anyone.

They can come to me and they can just as easily come to you.
If they are at all, they are not owned.
Past experiences are in the realm of unconditional love,
we are also there.
We are. More than DNA.
We can choose
that level of objectivity
while we live our day to day.
Thoughts of chosen ones, implying some are not chosen, is something else.
It triggers anger, resentment, resistance...it exposes humanities dis-ease.
Thoughts of gender assignment to spirit
and judgments from spirit
are not unconditional love.
We can apply unconditional love to such things
just as
we can employ bells and whistles, stretches and mantras
a candle for Elegba to take a message to Oya.
or
We can simply tap into that aspect of ourselves,
shift into that energy with ease.
I know traditionalists who'll attempt to cause me discomfort for
sharing such thoughts,
My head is ruled by Oya, aint no one going to hurt me with their thoughts.
Does anyone really think spirit was not with them on the ships or in chains?
Do they believe that someone had to burn a certain candle and offer a
certain oil, fruit, candy, liquor?
Maybe that would be true in efforts to attract a human.
Humans may require lures.
To be fully aware of
Spirit and ancestors
simply open

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:23:21 GMT

little things amuse

click on a dot and the page goes swoop into the genie tool bar. I love that and can just play like a toddler for a minute, thoroughly amused
a young man opens the door and says, "good morning ma'am". That is enough to make me beam.
Ralph is back to living on our corner, I was worried about him. I can tell he is aware of that by the way he waves and smiles now.
I am open to happy surprises, let them come...happily surprised has a nice ring to it.
There is always a part of me that re-members- it is all a bunch of miracles, all the time, every day.

mind your children

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:28:06 GMT

I have theories about the psychotropic drugs that are commonly given to parents and children these days.
I have the perspective of a healer/artist who raised an incredibly unique artist who is able to self heal as nature intends.

While my son went through public school, creative arts magnets, I was surrounded by drugged up "friend" type parents who were a decade or two my senior. They were happy to report their placid children "responding well" to medication like Adderol and Ritalin that could stop a horse dead. I was against that from get go. It was not for the child I allowed passage through and not any child who was in my care...no way. At the same time, I am not the type who wants to be friends with the child in my care. I'm the parent, I set the limits. I communicated the boundaries clearly.

It is not a coincidence that the people who opened a new perspective on drug use when they were in their teens are the same folks drugging their children more than ever. They waited till they were decades older than past generations to become first time parents. They were taking prescribed, legal drugs that alter the mind and physically damage the brain in order to avoid stress, pain, anxiety, grief and any uncomfortable, natural process. It's no coincidence that many of the parents who are too old (mental, emotional state) to enjoy the noise of youth, to run with and dance wildly with the little rough housers they brought into this world when they were past their personal prime (with the aid of prescribed drugs) are putting their little ones on mind-altering, personality shifting, mess your brain up permanently- drugs. In some cases the child's brain chemistry is different than what we could expect from generations past (pre- recreational drug era). Those children require a unique approach we are too self involved or ego driven to discover. Others are just regular children, with brains that function just fine, who are being raised by people who just don't want to deal.

The middle class suburbs and the lower class ghettos are full of children stuck in a in a culture that doesn't allow them to be children, outside playing and making up games, being loud and wild. This generation is exposed to different things in a different way than any before- radically different. Meanwhile the institutions we force our children into have not kept up with the changing world around them. We're trying to fit our children into unsuitable molds. The system continues to suffer without the change that addresses how unique and different from past generations the new generations are. How worldly, how exposed, how quick to learn and get over the boring details - How amazing they are. They're approaching play in a new way. We can learn from them.

During an evaluation in 4th grade, my son spoke up. He told the women who saw him once, for a few hours,
that she ought to be able to see a leaf and identify, then render the 20 different colors he saw. She saw green- one crayon. He saw 20 colors and could demonstrate it so (he had done that at age 2 when he taught me how to mix colors ). According to her evaluation, he had a healthy self esteem, felt loved and was loving and caring. The test results determined for her that he was smart and able to learn anything, his IQ was high. This made her come to the conclusion that he must be lazy. I remember thinking, "No woman, not lazy, just beyond this ridiculous farce". Years later, in high school, the vice principal said, "People like your son think for themselves. They have a unique perspective. He learns what he wants to learn, when he wants to learn it, his own way. Your son is a free thinker and an artist." He said that while admitting he didn't know what to do with that. It was his way of preparing me for grades that reflected H's interests over graduation requirements.

After his evaluation in 4th grade, they put him in a 4th/5th grade split class. They thought he was bored.
He wasn't bored so much as choosing to self regulate by drawing and hearing rhythm during class.
When his teacher insisted on punishing him for drawing during class time, he rebelled. H knew his teacher had traveled less than he did and was less capable of directing the class than several of the children in the class were. He knew the teacher didn't really want to teach. I later discovered the young teacher was on the grant that pays for grad school if they teach for a year or two. H didn't care. He just wanted to draw and drum while the unhappy, young teacher lectured, until it was time for recess or lunch or time to go home.

When H started acting out in that class, I sat in on the class for 2 wks. and evaluated the situation from my perspective. The 22 yr. old teacher was lecturing from a podium, with an overhead projector, daily. The children were literally chewing their limbs!!! They were turning gray & they were acting out. One student burst- he picked up his desk and threw it at the teacher. 5 of the 11 boys in that grade 4/5 split class were put on suppressive drugs that year. H was not one of them. I was lucky to be able to protect my son from the systemic illness that was spreading through the school system via prescribed drugs.

H is a self healing, self regulating, self motivated, person. He has taken antibiotics once in his life, when he was 18. He has taken approx 4-6 Tylenol tablets in his 19 years. His broken bones have been x-rayed, they heal within 3 weeks. He has been to the chiropractor approx 10x. He practices Reiki. When he has had fevers (maybe 5 x), they did their job and were gone within a day or two. If he ingests something his body doesn't want, it is rejected almost immediately. He gets motion sick on bus rides and sometimes in a car, he doesn't eat before a flight to avoid getting sick while flying. He likes to sleep on planes. He is healthy (knocks on wood) and chooses to remain that way. He is lean and eats what he wants, when he wants to. H walks several miles everyday. He doesn't watch much TV. He creates art everyday. He has a better, visceral understanding of quantum reality than anyone I've ever met. We can all learn from him.

What I realized is that H doesn't care as much about, seek or need approval from anyone. He hasn't ever sought approval the way most people do. Not even as a toddler. I have raised other children for periods of time and they all sought various degrees of approval. H doesn't bother with any of that, not from me, his father, spirit mother, teachers, deans, principals, band mates, art subjects....nope, no need for it. Yes, he understands the game being played, no he doesn't feel the need to play it. He has an ancient, inner knowing that allows him to naturally rise above ego driven needs. H reads people all the time. He is always observing and he is doing it without judgment. Perhaps he isn't judging because he sees it all as an art subject?

Can you imagine your life without so much need for approval from others. Can you imagine developing an inner knowing strong enough to guide yourself through a lifetime as a creative, loving person? Life with less competition - more process? Can you imagine objectively viewing everything through an artists eyes....?

Sara Baras solea por bulerias

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:31:18 GMT

add some color to your day

what i love about it as it relates to lifestyle

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 00:39:09 GMT

work like crazy...high pressure, long hours, get a flow going, problem solve, put out fires, prevent fires, smooth things out, line up everything, order, cancel order, negotiate, multi task, love the crew, enjoy collaboration, have complete and total hyper focus on that production.

then wrap
which is like a review and
partial closure

followed by time to catch up at home
send out prayers, do laundry, cook a whole meal, get the printer working, make calls that don't relate to production, read a book, read blogs, catch up on TVO'd programs, respond to personal emails, Write write write, take a long bath
and just sit around in my robe drinking oat straw tea.

the very next day is opening up for the next gig...this is low key with faith that the next gig is coming exactly as it is best for me and my career, my path.

penis anyone?

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:02:07 GMT

2 minutes
2 commercials
one shows a bottle of beer fucking a slice of lime
the other says foot long and shows various people showing the distance (this big!) with their hands

exist essential Boleyn alley

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 03:15:43 GMT

She opened a strip cub and named it knee cheese
they opened her to examine her hymen and broke it in the process, it ruined her in their world
she had vision
at age 8 she walked to the court house alone to ask for a divorce from her adult husband
she is 11 years old and reads at the level of a college graduate
One day she'll grow up and marry a happy man
she wont be happy
she is 52 and loves feeling hot then cold then hot- better than she loved roller coasters and climbing trees as a child even
Her sister stayed at riverbend with their children while she went into the Quarters to work the Mardi Gras tourists
She recalls being chained with other women, forced to dance, forced to do other things she wiped from her memory as easily as it came up. She recalls teaching them to move in silky silence, chains n all- to their escape
She remembers running away, in the desert, she collapsed finally and drowned in a sand storm
She remembers slipping off the ship into the cold water that would kill her
Her memories are past lives of her patron saints that live in no book written by any man
She secretly learned to read. Secretly she taught the other girls and the slaves to read. She read the word revolutionary and it made her laugh
Her near death experience was beautiful for her, it was hard on her loved ones
She asked, "what do you re-member? what do you re-member?" every morning in the mirror
She was more brilliant in every way, than any of those that surrounded her. She seduced power and lost (her head). Or so it seemed, until her daughter was born a queen.
That queen would not be branded by a man
She could not pray to their oppressive god, she knew god was her eternal omnipresent mother.
she learned to make lists. it was in the 7 steps of the very successful
did you see how her child cried and cried as she painted, jealous of the medium that could pull her focus so
after working in the office of Panavision for 6 years, they finally let her pull focus (AC)
she was allowed to work with her passion and fell in love with the man who made it possible for her to do so
all day she listens to boys who say they are too creative to type, to answer phones and make appointments. At night she paints, dances, makes films and falls in a heap laughing about the boys who say they are too creative. they just don't know survival.
She knows, you gotta have a visceral knowledge of survival, to truly thrive in all worlds
She refused to pay taxes for killing when they were not using taxes to alleviate suffering
she watched men overthrow kings, watched revolution after revolution replace one oppressor with another- all the while whispering life into the girls,
whispering, "e v o l u t i o n"

PANTS! a choice that was fought for.

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 14:32:52 GMT

This site
reminds me to be grateful for the work of women before me.

This might seem sort of ridiculous, but this Thursday I’d like to take a moment of gratitude that I get to wear pants. It blows my frickin’ mind that there was a time when women like me—smart, ambitious, creative—were stuck wearing skirts seven days a week. Don’t get me wrong, I love me a princess-sleeve dress with a bell skirt, but I love it because I get to choose it.

Women first started wearing pants during World War II when they also filled in on jobs traditionally held by men. But when the men returned and the gender backlash commenced, women were back in skirts until the 60s when feminism’s second wave started to take hold and Audrey Hepburn made those black capris famous in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961).

As I’ve been on the road speaking at colleges, I frequently get a question like, “Can you be a feminist and wear lipstick or high heels?” Hell yeah, and you know why? Because you can CHOOSE to wear those things. Or CHOOSE not to wear those things. Or CHOOSE to wear them on every second Sunday.

Now if we could only expand the clothing options open to men…

shared from
Feministing

apply joy

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 14:12:45 GMT

*

she asked
how do I survive this suffering

and the answer came

as it always does

a thousand different ways

by also surviving the joys.

Basta the fasting, folks!

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 16:58:46 GMT

You are a human animal. Human animals have instincts about what to put in their body, just as other animals do.
You are omnivorous.
You live in a modern world.
When you have a menu in front of you, a grocer at your disposal, etc. choose what you would like to ingest, not what you "should" eat. Choose with the knowledge that you know better than anyone else what is right for you.
And Please, if you have been obsessing about what is and is not good for you to ingest, know that is a lack of trust in self, not a food issue. Please note that any extreme or any diet is dis order.

If you have not been listening and a healer puts you on a diet, know it is about something else, not about food, not about your size. She or he is suggesting this to shake you up and get you on a path (eventually) where food is like air, like water, like the blood flowing thru you...and it can be poetry...stop making it a horror movie, anxious and restricted.

Fuel your body, mind and spirit
as Goddess intended. She trusts you.

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:02:02 GMT

working on a spec pilot
12 plus hour days
and
loving it

love the process

raven

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 07:04:58 GMT

Right now I am beaming. I happened across live African Music from the Congo tonight. Live music that carries a message (dolphin) makes me beam.

As I left I called my son (deer). He heard it in my voice (crow). I exclaimed gleefully, " The music! The spirit! We must go to Africa again, see more of it, stay even longer!"
"Yeah, I was thinking that too mom." He was thinking that for me (racoon).

Then I found myself in traffic at 11 PM on the 405. People were driving rude as usual, cutting each other off. One had his brights on, another sped up to prevent someone from fitting in the space...rookie driver still actually believes signaling will help him change a lane in L.A. - hah (fox)

I begin wondering again. A question I should take out of my loop comes up, "what the fuck am I doing in this town with hardly any opportunity for the working class to happen across good, live music?!?!?!" (chick'n little) Live music makes me glow...Of course there is music here...I was spoiled living in a culture (New Orleans) where I heard it just walking and running errands...

Then I read this story (deer,crow, raven) that made me hummm like a woman older and wiser than my years ...nodding yes yes yes and humming while reading, "mmmhmmm"... witnessing, attesting...Stand by me is one of my sons all time favorite movies...I'm here to bring stories like our stand by me into this world. I'm here to here to tell herstory. I've learned so much here (swan) about storytelling with moving pictures. I'm here to share stories lived that don't compare to any a story any male has ever lived and yet it is universal...the one Tara, Davka , Fork, Lasca, Jane, Avalon, Sean, Asia, Sara, Nikki, Pearl, Patti, Sam, Octavi, Ayanna, Nzinga, Katina, Joanne, Lillith, Eve, Anahita, Inanna, Magdalene, and Mary really lived and are still living.

Yesterday at work, I gently defended women's perspective in film (otter) and listened patiently to a 23 yr. old boy (coyote) say, "Woman do not have the funny gene.. like white men can't box like black men". I told him about my son and I laughing so hard we couldn't take it anymore while watching Ellen's HBO special for the third time..The 23 yr old boy doesn't know about less opportunity and fewer chances of actually hearing a female overcoming social stigma to make people laugh at her. He doesn't understand . No one has illustrated it yet. He is a writer /director whose film is being made by the boys club...He doesn't even come from privilege other than being a white male...In response to his beliefs about women, I made that sound old women on the porch make when a youngster goes by dressed like a hoochie..Mm mm mmmm (nodding no no nooo)
(armadillo, ant)

I hear the music in my heart. (dolphin)

I know what I am doing here. (whale)

These are exciting times. (hummingbird)

My purpose (lion, horse) makes me glow...Soon enough (white buffalo) , I'll be able to come in and out of this town (beaver), work anywhere (badger, skunk), making film (eagle).

That music is with me all the while, in my heart,
in my soul...
I keep my chin up (black panther), let my hips sway once in awhile (grouse) and above all

I thank the ancestors.

Laughing Baby- thank you dear, deer woman

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 18:21:46 GMT

can you say "oops, my bad?"

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 04:20:12 GMT

People say stupid shit all the time. When we're called on it, ideally, we realize, "oh yeah, that was stupid shit, my bad" and let it go.
When we choose to defend a statement that is unworthy of defense and then go as far as the victim role rather than handling the response -
it's just silly.

Making a sexist statement when you do not consciously choose to be a sexist, is an opportune time to say, "oops".