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

oh, honey

May 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I get older, I become more and more aware of things like time, consequences,  and all of the stuff from the grocery store that I am supposed to put on my face so as to keep my skin looking young. Apparently one of these things is honey, and also greek yogurt, so just basically you put your breakfast on your face and then just let it slide off into your lap and then you know, just go from there. The best part of imagining putting honey all over my face is the fact that IT’S BEE VOMIT, which I always forget. Please, every time you drip it into your tea / rub it on your face / gently lather it over just toast, REMEMBER THAT IT’S PUKE.

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the capsule wardrobe

May 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, I capsuled my wardrobe, which is a thing that women are now doing to their clothes. Women with arguably excess income (me) tend to sometimes (everyday) fill some unnamable void they feel with a new clothing item that they will probably never wear, or only wear once and feel dissatisfied because, in fact, sweaters do not solve larger existential problems, unless it’s a really good cashmere. Not only is the underlying emotional issue behind the purchase not addressed, it is a horrible waste of money and time that gives me great anxiety when I really think about it. Enter the capsule wardrobe, in which you basically get rid of most of your clothes and limit yourself to about 40 items that you really love to wear, that are made well, or madewell, that you feel good while wearing, and you just wear those things, which is to say, HOW MEN ALREADY TREAT THEIR CLOTHES. Getting rid of stuff felt liberating, empowering, and definitely only happened immediately after I dropped 200 bucks on new clothes that I decided were the only clothes I ever needed to wear. I AM FREE!

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I was definitely not born with it

May 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nice lady at makeup counter: Hi, can I help you?

Me: Yes, um — my face is allergic to the make up I’ve been using, and so I need some other make up.

Nice lady: Okay, so like a foundation or a compact or 2 in 1?

Me:….What?

Nice lady: What kind of make up do you normally use?

Me:….I put it on my face?

Nice lady: Okay, probably a two in one. What kind of skin do you have?

Me: Skin!

Nice lady: is it oily or dry?

Me: SKIN.

Nice Lady: Okay! Do you have a primer that you use?

Me: WHAT?

Nice lady: That you put on before your makeup.

Me: Like a moisturizer?!

Nice Lady: No, it’s a different thing that goes on after your moisturizer, before your makeup.

Me: NO I DON’T HAVE THAT AND I DON’T UNDERSTAND ANY OF WHAT YOU’RE SAYING. I NEVER LEARNED THESE THINGS. PLEASE HELP ME.

Nice Lady: try these products. And here’s my card with my number. Text me if you have any questions.

Me: OKAY BUT CAN I TEXT YOU IF I HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT HOW TO BE AN ATTRACTIVE WOMAN, JUST IN GENERAL?

Nice Lady: Sure.

Me: YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL HANDS

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that part is God

May 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of the many things I like about hanging with Morrison’s family is that his Dad has a brain like an inquisitive encyclopedia stuffed full of knowledge,  spanning back centuries, and sometimes centuries into the future. We tend to get into big conversations, like the other night: is life, in fact, too inexplicable to be random? Is it, in fact, a just simulation? If we’ve come so far as a race to be able to create simulations of a race, how do we know that we are not a simulation that we created? Not his Dad’s theory per se, just a theory that he passed along, that’s currently popular.  I, along with his Mom,  of course found this idea to be deeply upsetting, and I ended up shouting something like BUT WHAT ABOUT MY CONSCIOUSNESS?! We eventually arrived at this idea: all of the scientists forever could gather in a big old science room with all of their science tools and studies and books and data, and there would still be parts of the world  they could not explain, not matter what. To me, that part is God. I don’t know if he IS that part, but that’s where he lives, or rather hides, or rather, waits.

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To Uncle

May 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Verb: to get on a plane and fly through the air for the sole purpose of hanging out with your nephews; to spend the next three days following them around and clocking their every move like the world’s most loving and attentive stalker; to be made to eat your own hat.

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creatures

May 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A massive sea creature that is maybe a squid or a whale or some new sort of thing just washed ashore in Indonesia. Among  questions like WHAT and WHY, I am pondering this: isn’t it crazy that some creatures on earth look like this:

and others, this?

And then even others, this?

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Light Reignfall

May 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today I patroned Light Reignfall, a temporary light exhibit / perceptual cell at LACMA, described by the artist James Turrell as  ’an intense experience….that reveals the multidimensional power of light and the complexities of the human eye.’ The participant selects either hard or soft light, and I selected hard so as to not be perceived a wuss.  It’s meditative and trippy and momentarily terrifying. I think that ‘Light Reignfall’ is a pretty apt name for the experience,  but also might suggest “time to lay in an acid globe and watch strobe lights until your eyeballs start to actually spasm and you start to wonder if perhaps the epilepsy your big brother had as a child is genetic  Oh wait now it’s sort of softening a bit this is nice it’s almost like getting to first base with the space time continuum OH LORD THERE GO THE SEIZURE LIGHTS AGAIN, IS THIS EARTH? WHAT IS TIME?!” Which would of course be much harder to print on a ticket.

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lady vs. woman

May 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Part of an actor’s job is to hunt for meaning and subtext in a writer’s words. The really good and intuitive ones tend to  find something complicated and rich in your play that you did not even know was there. Naturally, it is then your job to pretend that you totally meant to put that there, so that you remain mysterious and painfully intelligent. The actor playing Della (the baker / the hero)  in the upcoming production of my play The Cake asked why  her character sometimes calls herself and other gals Ladies, and other times Women. My initial reaction was that it was just sort of a random choice, as the two are practically interchangeable. BUT ARE THEY?  Kind of not. I looked back through the script and when Della says lady, it’s more casual, colloquial, and when she says woman, she is referring more to herself or other women in the biblical sense, like a woman as wife, a woman as mother, a woman as sex.  Lady is sort of dismissive and quick, while woman has this breadth and depth, like the word itself bears the weight of the entire Role. I think this is explains why every time I hear or see myself described as a woman I feel I immediately feel like I need a better bra but also  that I should start my own business because I could but also I should be washing my husband’s clothes in the river all at once. It might be the biggest word there is. LADIES AMIRIGHT?

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those who can’t sing / write and stare

May 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


First I loved writing stories, then poems, then plays, then movies, then TV, then emails to high schoolers who just discovered they love plays, then the occasional succinct note in Morrison’s lunch, but most recently: MUSICALS. I’m currently working on a few, workshopping one in NYC then week, and it my NEW FAVORITE THING.  I would give multiple limbs for any sort of musical talent, so writing the book for one is a way to be a part of it without reading sheet music or having vocal vibrato ever at all. It’s the most fun. It’s not easy, as the book must elegantly support the song and never draw too much attention to itself, but it’s my new favorite thing to attempt to master. THOSE WHO CAN’T SING WRITE THE BOOK AND STARE IN AWE AT THE ACTORS AS THEY SING LIKE VERY HIP ANGELS AND LIFT US ALL UP FROM OUR EARTHLY PROBLEMS AND INTO THE AIR.

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TOO MUCH

May 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think this email I just received is a perfect example of exactly what is wrong with the (my) world right now.

WHY DO I NEED TO WORRY ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I’M SHOWERING AT THE RIGHT TIME?! AND WOULD IT REALLY ACTUALLY BE THAT BIG OF A DEAL IF I HAPPENED TO BE SHOWERING AT THE WRONG TIME? WHY SHOULD I EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS? WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR AN EMAIL THING THAT JUST NEEDLES INTO MY SAFE PLACE WITH ABSURD QUESTIONS? AND WHY CAN’T I BRING MYSELF TO UNSUBSCRIBE FROM IT THUS FREEING MYSELF FROM ITS CLAWS? AND ARE THESE EMAILS ACTUALLY THE REASON BEHIND MY INCURABLE DISEASE IN WHICH I TYPE IN ALL CAPS MOST OF THE TIME?

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