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

The Narrative

September 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you’re going to be a couple who does Photobooths, which is to say, just a couple who is alive and in any sort of city right now as they are EVERYWHERE AS WE ARE ALL OBSESSED WITH OURSELVES, you gotta have some sort of unspoken agreement game that allows you to make quick, elegant, natural, unforced and timely decisions about what to do in each picture. Over time, we’ve developed a narrative game, that allows each picture to tell a part of a story:

1. We’re dancing like no one’s watching! Oh look, someone’s watching!

2. Let’s acknowledge the people who are watching!

3. Let’s pose for them.

4. NOW LET’S KISS. GROSS.

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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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The Gallery

September 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My mom sent the brostetters and I this picture last week:

It’s pretty much every horrible art thing we ever made in school for our Dad, that he has ACTUALLY KEPT IN HIS OFFICE FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS.  The collection includes a beaver doing a double split, an ‘ashtray’ for a man who has, to my knowledge, never smoked a thing in his life, not one but TWO blowfishes, a vase that Morrison aptly described as a ‘bag of lips,’ and what appears to be a torso of Dad but in blackface. I want to think that he kept these things because he loves us, and thinks that everything we do is great, but I think it’s more like: my children are now providing for themselves and working their way up in their assorted fields, but THESE ARE  A HILARIOUS PHYSICAL REMINDER OF HOW STUPID AND VASTLY UNTALENTED THEY WERE AS CHILDREN.

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the antidote to everything

August 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Niece nugget nibling Olivia Grace is 6 months into her life in this DROWNING COUNTRY THAT IS HELL BENT ON DESTROYING ITSELF.

But sweet Livy is unaware. She is too busy deciding whether or not she likes sweet potatoes and finding her toes, her brain and heart forming, because life, the great unifier, persists, despite everything. It’s life that gets strangers to form a human chain to rescue an old man out of his car as it’s been swallowed by flood water, and it’s life that gets people to open up their homes and stop each other’s bleeding with their own clothes. So, I don’t know. Maybe it’s life  that somehow, someday, stops the missiles, or bridges the divide? I don’t know, Livy. You tell me. But first: Grow.

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To write Bravely

August 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve been thinking about what my next play is going to be….all I know is I want it to offer a new perspective on something divisive, like the Cake did. It’s a commission for Theater Breaking Through Barriers, so it’s also an opportunity to be inclusive of actors with disabilities, without making the play ABOUT that. There are things that I’m interested in writing about, but then there’s this layer beneath: things that make me ANGRY, AFRAID, things that make me want to SPIT AND HIDE. Things that the secret part of my brain tends to go to. I think writers often write about the things right above these things. The more socially acceptable, surface skater-y version of these things. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF INSTEAD, WE ACTUALLY JUST WROTE ABOUT THOSE AWFUL THINGS? MIGHT SOMETHING WONDERFUL COME FROM THIS CREATIVE BRAVERY? DON’T WE HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO WRITE BRAVELY, FOR ALL OF THOSE WHO RISK THEIR LIVES FOR JUST WRITING? IS THIS THE CLOSEST MY LIFE WILL EVER GET TO GAME OF THRONES?! PROBABLY YES

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goodness

August 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I question my own goodness, wonder if I’m kind enough to my fellow humans, just in general. Then I remember how much time I spend NOT YELLING AT MEN WHO WEAR LEGIT SNOW HATS WHILE WORKING OUT, how often I DON’T ask them, Are you cold? Is that what’s happening right now? Because we live very near the DESERT. And then I remember that I am actually, in fact, THE NICEST PERSON THAT HAS EVER LIVED.

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how to put your head in a box

August 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

1. Wait for a total solar eclipse that is visible from your country to happen, which will occur approximately four times in your lifetime

2.) Find a box, put a pinhole in the back so that the image of eclipse will project onto the other side

3.) Put your head in the box

4.) Congrats, your head is in a box

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The power of NOprah

August 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you happen to be a person who says yes to everything, out of fear that if you say no, the person will reject you or think you are terrible, which is to say, 97%  of professional women –chances are you will end up overcommitting yourself. Yesterday, I listened to an interview with Oprah, in which she spoke to the power of No, and the moment in which she realized the word was in her Quiver. Stevie Wonder asked her to write a check for a charity, and though she feared that Stevie Wonder would think she was lame if she declined, she said No. The world did not explode. She has been practicing intentionality ever since: only saying Yes to things that she really, truly cares about. All of this to say: if at any point in the  near future you ask me to do something for you, and I say no, it is only because I THINK THAT I AM OPRAH.

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cake eat cake world

August 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

While the Cake here has closed, I am doing some rewrites for the next production of the Cake, and also at work we are talking about a story involving a Cake  (SERIOUSLY: NOT EVEN MY PITCH) and so I think I will now just accept the fact that my life is no longer a life, it is actually a Cake. Air is Cake. Cake is chair. Chair Cake. Cake life. JE CAKE.

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Room Porn

August 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on HOUSE WE HAVE A HOUSE: we have decided to renovate our kitchen and master bath before we move in. This  involves about 9,000 tiny decisions, but thankfully, my husband has been looking at porn for years. ROOM PORN, that is, which is an actual thread on reddit. And so now, like any couple with a healthy marriage, we look at porn together. Here’s some of our favorites:

OOOOOOH COLOR BLOCKS

OHHHHH YES

MMMM SUCH CLEAN LINES

I COULD TOTALLY PEE IN THERE

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