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

Andrea G.

April 24th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I may have mentioned here before, I tend to read most of my reviews because a.) GOSH, I LOVE PAIN  and b.) I truly feel like I can learn from them,  if I read them with one eye open  (keeping the other eye that scans every moment and room I’m in for reasons to doubt myself carefully closed.) I happened upon this review of the Chicago production of the Cake the other day, and for reasons I decided NOT to unpack in a middle of the night email to the critic, it upset me deeply. I let it go for a few days, then yesterday, decided to revisit it, because again, I LOVE PAIN and also because with the initial sting having settled, I wanted to see what I could learn, as I’m still tweaking the play. And lo and behold, an angel woman named Andrea G. had left this beautifully articulated comment on the review  (my favorite parts in bold):

You are missing the point. Hear me out. There it was- my life on the stage. That NEVER happens. The real side of being a gay woman. Finally something REAL. You still have to love your family. You still have to reach across the table. Because we still need to live in our current lives. Della is lovable because most of the time your family member is lovable. I have a ton of Dellas in my live. And I wish I could be braver like Jen and work through them all. But you choose those like Della who really love you and you work it through. So you both grow. And it HURTS. Are you not gay? Or are you not a woman? Because that is the way women deal with things. Slowly and painfully. I’ll give this, then you give that, slowly. If you are really really lucky it ends well. I am still bruised as I am sure every lesbian who left the theater. You say it is intellectually and emotionally unnutritious. That is INSANE. This is family not the government or your job. You have to give people time to change, reevaluate and change some more. Dissuading others from seeing it because it doesn’t fit into the cookie cutter liberal “should,” is keeping people from actually seeing their lives in art. Not a fantasy of how life should be, but how it is. Because the play you are asking for wouldn’t hit home for me. It is a fantasy for me- where I sit down with my aunt and have a conversation about identities It wouldn’t be emotional because it would never happen. Because that is what your said privileged people do- conversations about identities. Not us poor blue collar folks. And your attitude towards Della is elitist and condescending. Yes she is a bigot. But your (and Macy’s attitude) is not so nice either.

ANDREA G., you are why I write plays. Thank you for speaking for me, with me.

 

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Home again home again, jiggity jog!

March 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have no idea where that limerick (?) came from, if my mom made it up for all car rides home or if it’s an ancient Irish thing, but I shall use it to announce that I’m working on my new play today at 520 8th avenue — a midtown building stuffed full of rehearsal studios, where I have workshopped and read and staged so many plays I can’t even count them on my hairs. It’s hallways are full of remembories. If you look closely at the Toss your Own Salad station in the Pax Foods below it, you can see translucent young me almost ordering a salad then getting a chicken parm panini instead, then heading outside to smoke and tear apart her play in her head. It’s like I never left because truly, a part of me never did.

 

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say what hurts

February 21st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I’m learning everything I’ve ever needed to know in life from A Chef’s Table: I just watched the episode on Francis Mallman, a  chef who cooks all of his food over Fire on a remote island in Patagonia (which, turns out, is NOT just a brand of luxury action wear for people who rarely go outside.) Watching his episode, I found myself at times annoyed by him,  tho all of the time wanting to eat his food, and ultimately, I was taken by his attitude towards life. These words, in particular (and I’m definitely paraphrasing:)

As you get older, you don’t want to be with people that you don’t want to be around. I had a friend, we were very close. We grew apart. He said to me, Francis, you don’t like me anymore! I said no, it’s just that we have nothing to say to each other. The things you have to say no longer interest me. Our lives are different, now. And I think that is a big part of life, saying the true things, even if they hurt. 

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ENDLESS

November 27th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s the timmeeee of yearrrrr

When the world

Falls in love

And I sit on the couch watching Hallmark Christmas movies that are bountiful and limitless and appear to be made for approximately nine dollars a piece, and I judge their predictable plots and cheese covered dialogue and tell myself I’m watching them ironically and shout at my husband THIS IS MY VIDEO GAMES but then quietly sob when the commercials come in which nice people do nice things for strangers, and then the sobbing leads me to wonder, am I a Hallmark Christmas movie writer? IS THAT REALLY WHAT I AM? SHOULD I JUST MAKE THESE FOREVER? AND EVER? AND EVER? AND EVER?

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Not this, But

May 12th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

1.) I am a thief in the night. And also sometimes the day. I oftentimes steal images from the internets for my blog and do not credit them. I should really stop doing that. This one in particular, I MUST credit. It’s an installation with found objects by Souther Salazar, and I wish I could touch it in person. I found it when looking up idea machines, which leads me to:

2.) I love the idea-making process of Not This, But. I love starting with the worst ideas, bad version of the good idea, circling closer and closer to the right thing, by process of elimination. It is the creative idea equivalent of marking things off a to do list or throwing old weird sweaters in a pile to give away. Logic should be applied to creativity WHENEVER POSSIBLE, so that the creative thing itself can be a beast in a cage.

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Yes, but Why?

May 1st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

But I guess also: why Not?

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Screeners

December 18th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being a member of the Writer’s Guild means health insurance, but also NEVER LEAVING YOUR HOUSE BESIDES WORK BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU during the months of November and December, because they send you screeners of every movie that’s currently in the theater that you want to see. It’s a huge gift but also distraction but also potential jail time if you are caught loaning out your ‘water marked disk.’ After ten minutes of  ten different screens with threats assuring you that you WILL go to jail were you to loan out your screener, le film begins, reminding you every two minutes that you are not meant to loan out your screener, and there, in the safety of your own living room, eating a humiliating concoction that’s equal parts pasta and parmesan and sriacha, you are transported.

Now I am no film expert and my critique there is fairly limited to Good! and Loud! and Bad! but I will now respond to a few choice screeners with vague phrases and words.

Dallas Buyer’s Club: skinny people are weird. Aids is bad. Oscar bait.

Blue Jasmine: It is possible to feel bad for rich people

American Hustle: Amy Adam’s sideboob

Prisoners: that time when you didn’t know what the movie was about for the first 15 minutes and then you realized what was going to happen, just before it happened, and decided that it was because your dramatists’ brain has matured and you felt quite self-satisfied; whistles.

Lone Survivor: THANK YOU GOD THAT MY BROTHERS ARE STILL ALIVE; too much people falling down hills.

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How to Buy Wine

December 5th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

1.) Find the wine at the store.

2.) Is the wine under $20? Does the wine have screw top?

Y: Buy the wine.

N: Don’t buy the wine. Find wine with screw top. Buy that wine.

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I TWIT

September 30th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

After actively resisting for years, I signed up for Twitter, and I’m already overwhelmed / overthinking / drowning in inadequacy, and I’ve already accidentally tweeted MYSELF. What do I tweet that’s different from what I blog? Should I tweet at other people, retweet their tweets? AM I TRENDING YET?

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Mark Ryden

September 28th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

In an epic / noble / whitepeopleproblems quest for wall art, I recalled the artist I stumbled across a few years back when google image searching Cutie and Bear. PS, if there were a job that was Google Image searching, I should have that job, as I do as as if it were. That is probably actually someone’s real job. Mark Ryden’s paintings are beautiful, funny, odd, haunting, and 90% guaranteed to make you feel like you’re on shrooms, while also inside of a nightmare, while also in the Toys R Us in Time’s Square. I love them, but fear that if I hung one on my wall, I would wake up to a large headed baby simultaneously murdering me and eating a balloon.

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