bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY
playwright in brooklyn, NY

BUT HER BUTT

August 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Beyonce’s butt gives me so complicated and surreal feelings, including but not limited to:

- I want to have it

- I want to be friends with it

- I want it to give me life advice

- I want to bounce balls off of it

- I want to bake a pie of it

- I want to be it when I grow up

- I want to die and come back to life as it

- I want to live upon it

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IN SUMMATION 

August 28th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

About last night: I will just let this picture speak for itself. SPEAK, PICTURE, SPEAK.

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SAFETY SASH 

August 27th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

When having your bachelorette weekend, particularly in Vegas, definitely have Julien bring you a surprisingly tasteful bride sash. It sends a polite and subtle BACK OFF MAN, TAKEN, I DO NOT WISH TO BE DANCED WITH OR UPON, I SHALL BE DANCING WITH ONE OF MY BRIDESMAIDS OR MAYBE JUST WITH MYSELF to every nearby man and boy. The result: every nearby man and boy turns respectful, remembers how their mother raised them, wishes you best of luck for the future, ensures you do not fall off of things. 

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JOYNVY

August 26th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Tiny little baby brothers Dan and Tim are on a plane right now to Iceland! I myself was there three years ago nearly to the date, gallivanting around and eating tiny lobsters and standing beneath waterfalls and freezing in Magie’s mother’s winter coats near various glacier lagoons. The very thought of my brothers driving around and doing the same things fills me with GIANT GIDDY FEELINGS OF ENVY AND JOY WHICH IS TO SAY, JOYNVY. I’LL JUST CONTINUE TO SIT HERE AND MAKE UP WORDS. HAVE FUN BROSTETTERS!!!

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my go-to

August 25th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my favorite things to do is to notice the self-destructive patterns in my own behavior and, you know, not do anything about them. My most recent epiphany: when I find something to worry about, it’s like a blemish on my face. I don’t just acknowledge it and let it just be there, slowly go away. I obsess over it. I pick and I burrow and I pick  until there’s blood gushing down my face and a permanent scar.  I need to learn to  not touch my face, literally or figuratively.

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SHOEPOCRISY

August 24th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: eeee gonna order my clogs for the wedding!

Morrison:…your what?

Me:….my clogs? For the wedding?

Morrison: You’re going to wear CLOGS?!

Me: Yeah! Like nice strappy white clog things!

Morrison: I just feel like that’s not nice enough.

Me: but I always wear clogs. I can move in them, I feel like myself in them –

Morrison: BAH! YOU CAN’T WEAR CLOGS TO A WEDDING!

Me: FINE FINE I’LL FIND SOME DISNEY PRINCESS SHOES!

Morrison: But also, I will be wearing tennis shoes.

Me: OF COURSE, OF COURSE.

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Standards

August 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I was young, or forming, or, say, age 13-25, my Mom and I would have thrown down fights if my bra straps were even remotely showing. To my mom, if my bra is was showing, I was a girl woman of suggestible morality. For me, if my straps were showing, I was worldly, daring, innovative, carefully apathetic, and basically the coolest person that had ever graced the planet / sale section of Victoria’s Secret. I JUST WANTED TO SHOW MY STRAPS. But I would just like to go on record and state that at some point in the last few years, things changed, and I can NO LONGER STAND THE SIGHT OF MY OWN BRA STRAPS. They are no longer cool. They stand for laziness and a youthfulness I want to grow beyond and ALSO WHAT IS WITH THE FRONT BRA STRAPS NOW?

IT IS NOW COOL TO WEAR YOUR BRA ON YOUR UPPER CHEST. I can’t wait until years from now when I have to talk my teenage daughter out of wearing her bra on her face. MOM I WANT TO WEAR MY BRA ON MY FACE! EVERYONE IS WEARING FACE BRAS MOM,  EVERYONE IS DOING IT MOM *DOOR SLAM* / KARMA.

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HOT (GROSS)

August 22nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

LOOK AT MY BODY

IT’S GOT CURVES AND NOT CURVES IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES

ALSO IT’S GOT MY INTESTINES INSIDE OF IT

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never not done

August 21st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just when you think that all of your affairs are in order, all boxes checked, all relationships tended to and laundry done and  writings written and messages sent, YOU HAPPEN UPON THE SECRET ‘MESSAGE REQUESTS’ SECTION OF YOUR FACEBOOK PAGE AND IT IS FILLED WITH MESSAGES DATING BACK LIKE 2 YEARS FROM VERY NICE ACTORS AND AUDIENCE MEMBERS  THAT YOU NEVER RESPONDED TO AND SUDDENLY, ALL SANITY AND ALSO BETS ARE OFF, UNTIL OF COURSE YOU GIVE EACH OF THEM AN UNNECESSARILY THOROUGH REPLY, RIPE WITH RETROACTIVE APOLOGY.

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12.5 

August 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Found this poster in a high school classroom but it’s like more like advice for all of writers and also all of life. 13: take a picture of poster / post it / CALL IT WRITING. 

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