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

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.


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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.

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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

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Never gets old.

March 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m going to look at this picture of my friend Stephen playing an angel welcoming  this lovely Grandma based on two of my own into heaven until my  eyes turn to clouds and float right out of my head.

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JE SUIS KARDASHIAN

February 10th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on the perks of  growed up life:

I LOVE HOTEL GYMS. They make me feel like an heiress to the Skittle Dynasty who must spend three hours a day on her personal elliptical machine, surrounded by minors, to compensate for all of the Skittles she eats.

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millennials

October 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, I am now officially old enough to be annoyed by those younger than me and pass judgement on them and pretend I’m happy to be older / wiser, while secretly also doing a lot of the things they do and also desperately wishing I could still eat bread and drink more than a glass of wine and not wake up with a headache. Hi! Overheard this morning while waiting for my eleven dollar coffee which I can totally afford because I’m old, dammit:

Young barista: Hey did you know that facetious is –

Other young barista (RAPIDLY INTERRUPTING): IS THE ONLY WORD WITH ALL OF THE VOWELS IN ORDER A-E-I-O-U.

Young barista: Yeah.

Beat.

Young Barista: I don’t know what facetious means.

Other young barista: Yeah, me neither.

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one of one hundred you’s

September 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When we’re little, we are told that we are special. When we are medium-little, especially if we are artists, we tell OURSELVES that we are special, we cling to the things that set us apart, to the specifics of our narrative that make us compelling and unique.   I think a big part of growing up, like truly growing up, and I don’t mean paying your own rent / having your own health insurance, I mean reaching some semblance of emotional maturity — is accepting the fact that WE ARE IN FACT NOT UNIQUE. Sure, you grew up in a funeral home or in a military family or partially in Prague but guess what, SO DID A LOT OF OTHER HUMANS.  To grow up is to have the humility to accept this. There are things that make you special, sure, there is each moment of your life that you have uniquely inhabited,  but  there is no need to declare your preferences, to shout about your time abroad. You are a cog in the wheel, you are a part of a larger thing, you are just light, slowed down.

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INFP

September 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, my coworker looked at me and declared that I’m an INFP personality type, which sent me straight to the internet to learn more about myself / the way am I perceived, so that I might learn more about myself and become even more entrenched in / obsessed with my own self. The internet! I’m pleased to announce that as an INFP, am I focused on making the world a better place for humanity, and am deeply concerned about other people, therefore I am protected from all accusations of  narcissism. Rather I am trying to further understand myself, apparently, so that I might serve YOU. Reading further descriptions of my type, I feel as if I’ve met someone that is exactly like myself but THAT PERSON IS MYSELF. Read:

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don’t understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it’s not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.

HEY GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

And so who are YOU? How can YOU justify your flaws, spin them into a narrative  in which you are a most complicated person? FIND OUT HERE!

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a nice drunk

July 13th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Occasionally I drink one too many vodka grapefruits, which is to say, whenever I do not alternate each with a bucket of water, or consume them with suitable stomach carb-base of an entire tray of tater tots, and perhaps get a little sloshed, which may or may not have occurred at the the SAB wrap party last night. But when this happens, not that it happened last night at all, at least I’m nice about it. Drunk Bekah is kind, over complimentary, sentimental at worst. She wants you to know how amazing you are and how lucky she is to know you. She wants to shout compliments at you and make plans with you to go surfing tomorrow. If you’re black she wants to tell you how much she loves Kendrick Lamar. If you’re a girl of any kind she wants to tell you that you’re beautiful. If you’re her boyfriend:

Drunk Bekah: I wanna tell you something right now. Listen to me. Are you listening?

Morrison: ….Yes?

Drunk Bekah: Are you listening?

Morrison:….Yes.

Drunk Bekah:….you’re gonna be a really great Dad.

Morrison: I know. You already told me that.

Drunk Bekah: when?

Morrison:….five minutes ago.

Drunk Bekah: well I’m saying it AGAIN.

Morrison: okay….thanks. Hey, let’s get you some advil.

Drunk Bekah: YOU ARE THE GREATEST MAN ALIVEEEEEEE!

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I’lllllllll TAKE it!

January 19th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Veruca Salt gals told me I look like the brunette sister from First Aid Kit, a Swedish sister singer songwriter duo. So, being obsessed with myself, and curious about how my face is perceived by other humans, I googled them:

BEKAH, IS THAT YOU?

I think it’s kind of true? More importantly, I am now obsessed with them: their hats, their harmony, their assorted dresses and sweaters, their Fleet Foxes covers. Check them (me) out!

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