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

where I go

July 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The last week has been VERY NERVE-WRACKING as we approach the final phases of home ownership, which PS, is something like riding a roller coaster made of documents and financial worry and broken printers, and you are only partially strapped in to your seat on this roller coaster, so every time you round a corner, you smack your forehead against the bar that is meant to protect you, then maybe you puke. But this remarkable thing has been happening in my head during this stressful time. When I get overwhelmed, my brain keeps taking me here:

Morrison and I standing in a massive and beautiful and humbling cave in Thailand, on our honeymoon in December, Christmas eve, drowning in our own sweat and a very specific joy that comes from being the farthest you’ve been from home, with the person you love the most. It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I want to believe our brains trap and hold images like this to soothe us when we start to break. Remember this?  Go here. Stay there for a minute. Better now? Okay, good. Back to your life.

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Basicbucks

July 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I know I’m supposed to only love fair trade Ethiopian first cold pressed hints of earth nuts coffee, but I LOVE STARBUCKS AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.  They have sandwiches. They have bathrooms. They have almond milk. They take cards. They have this mobile app with which you can order your drinks from your phone, and then just pop in and pick them up. As a person who suffers from Obsessive Time Management Disorder, who plans pockets of seven minutes of time days in advance, who is deathly allergic to wasting any sort of time, it is a life changer. It means that I can just head in and grab my drink and NOT EVEN DEAL WITH THE UNKNOWN FACTOR OF HOW LONG THE LINE IS. Call me basic, call me a robot, but I am the  HAPPIEST MOST BASIC ROBOT THERE EVER WAS.

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playwright gamez

July 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I like to think that every playwright has their own coping mechanisms slash games to get themselves through the very vulnerable experience of sitting in a room with people as they watch your soul play out live for ninety minutes. My personal favorite: focus on the person who clearly does not want to be there. TRY AND WILL THEM TO WANT TO BE THERE BY STARRING AT THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD SO HARD IT MAKES YOUR EYEBALLS HURT. Whenever the person sighs heavily or even just slightly moves, convince yourself that you’re a hack. Start to draft an apology letter to the person in your head. BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, PLAY IS DONE / PAIN IS OVER / RUN AWAY FROM PERSON / NEVER DELIVER NOTE.

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formerly fat career girl

July 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes my own thought processes horrify me. Yesterday the New York Times ran an  article about me, which I honestly have been secretly dreaming about FOR YEARS. My first thoughts once I saw that it was posted: Do I look fat? How fat do I look? Do I look slightly more fat than I was ten minutes or ten years ago? Is everyone going to see that I’ve gained fifteen pounds since last year? ONLY AFTER THESE INCONSEQUENTIAL QUESTIONS AND THOUGHTS, did I then read the article, which is a lovely article in which I managed to represent what I believe in, what troubles me, what goes on in my BRAIN, by which I mean, the thing floating inside of the container that is my body, that is arguably, and INCONSEQUENTIALLY, bigger at some points than it is at others.

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lip colored lips

July 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just realized that I paid a decent amount of actual human money for lip stuff that is actual just the color of my lips.

Are my colors fading? Am I an old shirt? Is this getting older? Is getting older purchasing things that make you look not like a better version of yourself, but just like you actually should?

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why to thank Jay-Z

July 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes it’s like, oh no, I will never be physically flawless, and I must because that is the answer, ISN’T THAT THE ANSWER? But then I remember that JAY-Z CHEATED ON BEYONCE. This was his person, and he said no thanks, I’ll have another!

So basically physical beauty will get you NOWHERE EXCEPT OF COURSE FOR MILLIONS OF DOLLARS AND YOUR OWN LINE OF FITNESS WEAR AND PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY WORSHIP YOU AMERICAN GODS STYLE.

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all I see

July 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear anyone who has made any sort of attempt to interact with me yesterday or today:

I’m once again attempting a juice cleanse, being that I ate approximately nine cakes over the weekend (NOT SORRY) so please just be aware that that THIS IS WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK AT YOU:

And so I’m sorry if I try and dip your face in ketchup / ask you if come with a side of a ranch / sprinkle you with salt / try and take our conversation home in a To Go box / LICK YOUR HANDS BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE YOUR LUNCH.

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house for sale in Los Angeles

June 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Newly tilted over, falling into the ocean 3 bed / 1.75 bath house for sale in sort of Los Angeles by which I mean, within one hour drive! It’s listed as approximately 10 times your yearly income regardless of how hard you’ve been working since grad school! It has a Countertop (1), .5 Toilet, Room, Floors, Walls (sometimes), and Beautiful views of the ocean, as it is partially sliding into it! Act now, as there are already 47 offers, all of which have been made in Diamonds! Actual diamonds! Oh do you not have sacks of diamonds GOOD LUCK FINDING A HOUSE

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assistance

June 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m thrilled to announce that a very lovely college student who I met at the Ojai Playwright’s Conference is going to be my assistant for the Summer. I think it’ll be an interesting experiment in delegation and letting go. I’ve never had an assistant, so in an effort to understand how this lovely person might be of assistance to me, how I might use her in a way that is rewarding to the both of us, I’ve started a list of tasks.

- organize file cabinet

- figure out why my computer no longer knows that it has a USB port

- find articles and books for me to adapt

- help me get this piece of lettuce out of my teeth

- take my hands to get a manicure

- nurture my drifting friendships

- figure out why my eyes are rejecting my contact lenses

- determine to what extent climate change can be slowed by our behavior

- be my hands

- be my eyes

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nonpost

June 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not engage in mindless and narcissistic social pacts such as ‘Throwback Thursday,’ but here is a picture of myself that just so happens to be from the past clearly posing in front of a house that is actually made of mirrors so that it might reflect my own self back to me 100 times.

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