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

fun things to do with $1290

August 15th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

- Pay your rent

- Fly to europe and back

- turn it into pennies and fill a kiddie pool and duck tales your way through it every morning before work

- PURCHASE THESE WORST SHOES EVER FOUND ON THE INTERNET, THE ‘GUCCI ZEBRA PUMP’

- Find the person who invented a shoe with hair coming out the back of it / have them shipped off to space

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on selecting a wedding band

June 1st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Start simply, with your basic preferences. Gold or silver? Thin or thick? Diamonds or solid band? Lastly, what compliments your engagement ring, if you plan to wear it every day? Once you have narrowed it down, FIND EVERY RING THAT FITS THE PARAMETERS AND PURCHASE EVERY SINGLE ONE AND STACK THEM ON YOUR WEDDING FINGER UNTIL IT CAN NO LONGER BEND. ONCE THAT FINGER IS FULL, MOVE ONTO OTHER FINGERS. WHEN YOU ARE OUT OF FINGERS, GROW ANOTHER HAND.  WEAR ALL OF THE BEAUTIFUL RINGS BECAUSE HOW CAN ONE BE EXPECTED TO SELECT ONLY ONE RING, I MEAN I SELECTED ONE MAN FROM THE UNIVERSE TO BE MY HUSBAND, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH? MUST I REALLY KEEP DECIDING THINGS?!

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Occasionally

May 8th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes, one must exchange one’s usual world and routine for a blue wig and spend the day frolicking around Ru Paul’s Drag Con, putting glitter all over your face, chasing around a particular queen for a picture because she bears an uncanny resemblance to your ex-boyfriend.

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Je voudrais être une petite femme française

February 25th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I wish I was a tiny french woman whose pants hang off her like drapes, who subsists only off of cigarettes and the occasional pain au chocolat  but she never gets cancer and only ever smells of lavender. At night she folds herself into an envelope and slides herself into a book of 19th century poetry. But je suis American. Je suis made of cereal  and crayons and corn. My pants hug my hips like shrink-wrap, my form shoving against the fabric, hips made of marshmallows and old receipts. At night I tuck myself into an empty bag of goldfish crackers. I nuzzle deep into the crumbs and dream of France.

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Bekah Glamour Shots.

January 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

There is a movement happening right now, you know, culturally and politically, in which people are doing Google image searches of their first names and Glamour Shots and seeing what comes up, and WHO AM I TO RESIST A MOVEMENT.  I’ll just leave a few of my favorites below.

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Nope.

December 6th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I definitely don’t want or need to talk about how much time I just spent in a dressing room while I was supposed to be shopping for OTHER PEOPLE  staring at myself in a Navy Blazer, wondering if I was finally the sort of woman who needs a Blazer, and wait am I finally a woman now? and I guess I am now a woman, and so maybe I need a Blazer for Meetings but I don’t really have that many Meetings, WHY DO I NOT HAVE MORE MEETINGS? I should have more of those, maybe I would if I had a Blazer, but no wait Blazers are a sign of togetherness and a writer must have a certain sort of aloof torture, an edge, hair in her eyes and something that might be paint or blood beneath one of her nails, a writer with a soul and things to say does not wear BLAZERS, am I too together, do I have nothing to say? What is that beneath my nail? Is it cookie dough? It’s cookie dough, so I should probably not get this Blazer, but instead just wear an apron around as pants. Distinctive, memorable.  THAT MAKES SENSE, RIGHT?

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one exception

June 11th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

NEVER SHOULD YOU EVER SPEND 80 DOLLARS ON A SHIRT

NEVER IN THE WORLD

UNLESS OF COURSE IT IS ALMOST YOUR BIRTHDAY AND WELL THE SHIRT IS REALLY VERY SOFT AND VERSATILE AND YOU’LL WEAR IT ALL THE TIME AND DID I MENTION HOW SOFT IT IS, LIKE LINEN ALMOST, AND YOU WORK VERY HARD SO MAYBE IT’S OKAY SOMETIMES TO SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY ON SOMETHING AND REALLY, ARE YOU NOT INVESTING IN THE QUALITY OF THE ITEM AS OPPOSED TO GRABBING SOMETHING FOR TEN BUCKS AT TARGET THAT WILL TURN TO PAPER TOWELS AFTER ONE WASH? ISN’T, IT THEN, A SIGN OF WISDOM, OF MATURITY, THAT YOU ARE HAVING THE FORESIGHT TO INVEST IN SOMETHING MORE ETERNAL?

….ONLY THEN IS IT OKAY

JUST THAT ONE TIME

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Wisdom.

May 31st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Nearing my 32nd year on earth, I finally understand that even if a clothing thing looks cute, if it requires you to ask a friend to come with you everytime you have to pee to help you get in and out of the thing, DO NOT GET THE THING.

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what never was, and also never will be

May 22nd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I had to order approximately 17 pink dresses to find the perfect frock with which to properly serve as bridesmaid to Erin, the reigning queen of all things fluff and sparkle and pink. Here’s one:

It just won’t do, as it is far too naked and much too bright, but there is something about it that I kind of love. It is the epitome of That Girl in Seventh Grade who got her Period First  Attends School Dance and Does Bad Things To and With Everyone, i.e., what I never was, and what I (thankfully? regretfully?) never will be. I will keep it in my closet / wear it just for me / terrify gentleman callers / crash proms.

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Choose your own Adventure

January 3rd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Your ex boyfriend tells you he’s got a new girlfriend. You can:

1.) Wallow / cry.

2.) Take the clothes that your ex boyfriend’s (lovely, generous) Mom gave you that you don’t wear anymore to one of those places where they sift through your things and judge you and perhaps buy them from you. Turn these clothes into a dark and brooding and handmade and overpriced hoodie that you can hide inside of, mysteriously.

YOU GUYS, I DID 1 A LITTLE BIT, BUT ULTIMATELY, I WENT WITH OPTION 2.

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