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

criticsism

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?

Posted in generally, ha, hmmmmm, how interesting, i am a grown up, narcissism, the writing of drama plays, theater, whining, words, worrying | No Comments »

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.

Posted in MAWWAGE., a lot, ha, hmmmmm, i am lucky, narcissism | No Comments »

2 brides / 1 dress

September 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Labor day weekend is super popular for weddings, and so naturally, there was one at the hotel where we stayed this weekend. I have spent my first year of marriage crying at even the SIGHT of a stranger’s wedding, moaning, I WANNA DO IT ALL AGAINNNNNNN! So naturally, when we saw the bride join her cocktail party last night, it went something like this:

Me: THE BRIDE!!!!!!

Morrison: Cool!

Me: Wait. Is she wearing my dress?

Morrison: I don’t know….?

Me: (Looking closer) SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS SHE’S WEARING MY DRESS

I take off RUNNING IN HER DIRECTION. After watching her mingle with her guests from behind a hedge for a few minutes, I returned.

Morrison: …looked better on you.

Me: YOU’RE RIGHT, IT TOTALLY DID.

Posted in MAWWAGE., Uncategorized, YAY, a lot, narcissism, trying too hard, women | No Comments »

the talkback

July 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

There’s some DRAMA happening in the theater community right now (DRAMA? GET IT? DO YOU GET IT? NO? THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERSONAL PROBLEM) because super famous tiny glasses playwright man David Mamet has officially forbidden theaters from holding audience talkbacks after his plays. In fact, if a theater is found doing such an abhorrent thing, they could be fined $20,000. He feels really strongly that plays are not meant to be publicly dissected after the fact, but how can we expect an audience to come and engage in our work, but then not listen to them after? I was pretty against Mamet’s stance. UNTIL. Last weekend, after a reading of a new play of mine:

Audience member: You know, you’re really much prettier than the pictures show.

Me:….thank you…?

Audience member: really, you’re much better looking in person. Your pictures aren’t very good.

Me: haha! Right! Um. I’m not very good. At taking pictures.

Audience member: you’re really not. You should really get them re-done.

Me: THANK YOU SO MUCH I WILL REALLY THINK ABOUT THAT.

TALK BACKS FOREVER CANCELLED.

Posted in YAY, a lot, narcissism, the writing of drama plays, theater, women, worrying | No Comments »

nonpost

June 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not engage in mindless and narcissistic social pacts such as ‘Throwback Thursday,’ but here is a picture of myself that just so happens to be from the past clearly posing in front of a house that is actually made of mirrors so that it might reflect my own self back to me 100 times.

Posted in YAY, narcissism, vacay's, whining, women | No Comments »

Becca.

March 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I had dinner with another Rebecca last night, and what are two Rebecca’s to discuss other than the intricacies of their own names? At some point during the 3 hour linguistic breakdown of the seven letters:

Me: I changed to B-e-k-a-h cause I just didn’t like the way B-e-c-c-a looked.

Other Rebecca: Yeah, it looks like pasta.

Me: That is exactly what it looks like!!!!

Other Rebecca: Right?

Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING MORE FULLY TRUE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

Posted in food, generally, ha, narcissism | No Comments »

city life

February 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s crazy how quickly we forget that we share this world, that there are animals and trees and we just happen to be stronger (sometimes), or at least more intelligent, and have shoved both aside to make room for our buildings.  Case in point: walking to the store this AM, I heard a strange sound and I immediately reached for my phone, like what is this strange sound my phone is making? It was not my phone, y’all. IT WAS A BIRD. AN ACTUAL ALIVE BIRD JUST MAKING ITS BIRD SOUNDS, and my mind did not even think to go there. Okay so: stronger, more intelligent, and narcissistic to the point of comedy.

Posted in YAY, a lot, animals, narcissism, the whole world, things, where i want to live, whining | No Comments »

LIST OF GEMINIS

January 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

- DONALD TRUMP

- KANYE WEST

- JEFFREY DAHMER

- MIKE PENCE

- MYSELF

If y’all could just let me (and the Olsen Twins) know if we start to exhibit any psychotic or heartless or narcissistic behavior THAT WOULD BE GREAT.


Posted in a lot, famous people stuff, i am scared, narcissism | No Comments »

I am she

January 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I now know why I have such an affinity for young Kate on This is Us, for her obsession with food and her insecurities.  In The Pool episode when she gets a note from a mean group of girls declaring they don’t want to hang with her anymore, that was based on something that happened to me, but fifth grade, and cafeteria, and maybe I still have the note and remember exactly who wrote it but I’M NOT HERE TO NAME NAMES REBECCA SINK WAS HER NAME.   As it turns out,  I am in fact just a grown up version of lil’ Kate:

WE ARE ONE.

Posted in I write for television?, a lot, famous people stuff, i have peace, kids, life, memories, narcissism, women | No Comments »

that’s so bekah

March 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

After seeing my play last night, a friend told me that it was ‘so Bekah.’ To which I said, thanks! But. What does that even mean? What are those qualities? Do we all have a personality / nature that everyone else except ourselves can perceive? Qualities that  are so ‘us,’  but that we ourselves could not even list? It’s like when we see a picture of ourselves and recoil. That’s not me. That’s not what I look like. But what you are most likely looking at is the most You picture of You that has even been taken. CAN ONESELF EVER KNOW ONESELF / TAKES LONG CONTEMPLATIVE DRAG / PASSES JOINT

Posted in a lot, factual smarts, generally, ha, hmmmmm, narcissism | No Comments »

« Previous Entries