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

Bread; Myself

October 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Myself, reflectively: I should really try to just never eat bread. I feel better way when I don’t eat it, and nobody else in LA seems to eat it, ever.

Myself, 22 minutes later:

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October 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Perhaps maybe we can find some different verbiage for this new feature, something that enables us to keep on telling ourselves that you are just phones, and not ACTUAL PHYSICAL EXTENSIONS OF OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE CARRY OUR BRAINS AROUND IN OUR POCKETS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE COULD, IN FACT, LOSE OUR BRAINS, BY WHICH I MEAN WE ARE ROBOTS CLOAKED IN SKIN

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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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September 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think birthdays are big freaking deals. I don’t care how old you are. It’s a day to make the birth person feel loved and loved hard. And so the fact that I have to leave my poor  husband on HIS birthday to fly to NC to go see The Cake makes me NAUSEOUS WITH PAIN AND GUILT. And so last night, I made sure to remind him what his birthday is really about: MANAGING MY OWN FEELINGS AND EXPECTATIONS AND GUILT ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY. (Also, there were presents, most notably, a hand-crafted Axe, because survivalism is practically now a section on or perhaps it should be.)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my love, to my most favorite collaborator!  THERE IS NO ONE I’D RATHER FACE THE END OF DAYS WITH.

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September 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are not yet trying to multiply ourselves, but moreso just in the beginning stages of preparing for that stage of life, which is to say, we are pre-pregnant, a term that I keep using and will keep using until it’s a thing. A couple most notably spends this time combing through grandparents for names, wistfully idealizing all phases of child birth and rearing, staring at other people’s babies, and sleeping til 9 AM whenever humanly possible. A woman most notably spends this time eating chicken nuggets whenever possible, drinking wine at 3 PM whenever possible, gaining ten pounds for no reason, secretly googling ‘fun maternity dress’ and living with an ever-present, low-grade HOW WILL I BRING LIFE INTO THE WORLD AND ALSO DO MY WORK panic, followed immediately by the comfort that women have been doing this for at LEAST, you know, like a few hundred years, at LEAST. To really lock in this life phase for all that it is, I’m starting myself on a regimen of pre-natal gummy vitamins, which are perfect for ANY WOMAN WHO IS STILL IN FACT A CHILD AND STILL CALLS THEIR WORK THEIR BIG GIRL JOB SO HOW THEN IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT SHE WILL CREATE AND BEAR LIFE? HOW HOW HOW (STAY TUNED FOR HOW)

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September 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oftentimes when I read an unfavorable review of a play of mine, my first thought is to send the reviewer a long and earnest email defending my work, but I usually talk myself out of it,  let the impulse fade. Also, what is a blog if not a VERY SAFE PLACE TO INDIRECTLY SHOUT THINGS AT PEOPLE? And so today, in this safe place: HEY REVIEWERS, IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY PLAY, THAT IS TOTALLY FINE AND GREAT AND YOU ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR OPINION, BUT MAYBE DON’T POST THE REVIEW ON FACEBOOK AND TAG ME PERSONALLY IN IT  SO THAT MY GRANDMOTHER / KINDERGARTEN TEACHER / HIGH SCHOOL EX BOYFRIENDS / CO-WORKERS / KIDS THAT I USED TO BABYSIT THAT ARE NOW IN COLLEGE CAN ALL KNOW WHAT A TERRIBLE WRITER AND HUMAN BEING YOU THINK I AM? Maybe leave my falsely constructed sense of a positive self image, a page where I’m doing okay and I only have one chin, where life is grand, alone? Maybe just write and share your review with your publication, as you were hired to do, but maybe don’t come after me personally as if slapping my face with a glove? Maybe? Hmm?

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September 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night at work:

Me: I really, really feel like there’s going to be an earthquake really soon.


Me today at work: I really, really feel like North Korea is going to give back their nukes and that there will suddenly be no such things as hurricanes.

Today at 4:43 PM:

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lie there and think about yourself

September 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Maybe I’m doing it wrong, but I don’t like the part at the end of yoga where you’re supposed to ‘lie there and think about yourself, and only yourself.’ All I ever do is think about myself. I am, in fact,  sick of thinking about myself. Whenever the instructor tells me to do this, I just lie there and think about all of the ways in which I spend too much time thinking about myself, and by the time the class ends, I am so weighed down by my own narcissism that I can barely move. Maybe instead, I’ll lay there and think about other people. Maybe for me, savasana should be FORGETTING I EVEN EXIST.

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September 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

There was speculation that this picture was photoshop fake news, but it is in fact AS REAL AS AN INTERNET THING CAN BE. Apparently when these golf sportsers in Oregon started their game, the fire was the ‘size of a grocery store,’ but as they neared the end of their golf sports game, it was ‘the size of many grocery stores,’ and yet they still finished. I will now proceed with my own caption contest.

– Dude does anyone else suddenly really want BBQ?

– This is what is wrong with this country.

– This is what is wrong with the people in this country.

-This is what is wrong with Golf.

– …..GOLF.

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September 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you ever feel like it’s sort of pointless to spend time building and cultivating and perfecting a physical home, because the Weather is a sometimes benevolent but oftentimes vengeful, irrational beast that we have no control over and so maybe it’s better to spend time and money and resources on constructing strength of CHARACTER to endure whatever disasters the Weather create,  instead of walls and ceilings and stairs? NO?  JUST ME? OKAY I’LL JUST SIT HERE ALONE AND FEEL THAT

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