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

effective marketing

August 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I somehow ended up on the Upper Middle Class Women who love Tshirts that Say Socially Conscious Things especially if they are Soft listserv, and I’m not mad at it. Last week I got an email advertising this shirt from Everlane / The Human Rights Campaign:

Within SECONDS I had ordered one, because I am in fact 100% human, by which I mean 100%  SUSCEPTIBLE TO MARKETING THAT IS GEARED DIRECTLY AT ME.

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FRAILTY THY NAME IS GARLIC BREAD

July 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

To whoever was apparently straight up baking garlic bread outside the spinning studio this morning:  NOT COOL, BRO. Whatever resolve we spinners have summoned to exercise is fragile. We teeter on the edge of stuffed french toast and sweet potato fries. We spin through sides of maple butter and ranch like Brunch was chasing us in a car. IS THERE REALLY NO OTHER PLACE TO MAKE YOUR BREAD AND ALSO CAN I HAVE SOME

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Calendar Girl

June 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Growing up as an overweight, brown corduroy obsessed child, I always secretly knew that someday I’d blossom, get super hot and end up in a Calendar (section of newspaper) (because of theater) (not because of hot) (but also check out this smoldering stare)

WHAT’S UP JUNE! Full article HERE!

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the witching hour

June 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Experts and addicts and expert addicts say that alcoholics have a witching hour, a time of day when they always start to want a drink, for most, about 5 PM, the hovering inbetween day and night. Interestingly, TV writers rooms have a collective witching hour, but it’s about 3 PM, that hovering between lunch and end of day, and it’s NINETY SEVEN BAGS OF POPCORN. It’s predictable, it’s feral, it’s comforting, it’s disturbing, it’s how we somehow manage to get it all done.

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grown up spread

May 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We had some friends over for a barbecue yesterday. Most of the conversations revolved around work and real estate and school districts and gestational diabetes, really confirming my suspicion that we are in our mid-30s. As for my grown up self, I obsessively and gleefully arranged trays of condiments and made colorful salads and put them into bowls:

BUT WAIT ACTUALLY, I’ve loved to do that since I was in my 20s, if not teens, if not childhood, which confirms my other suspicion that I’ve actually been in my mid-30s FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE.

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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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baby’s first high fashion moment

April 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

MOVE OVER BEYONCE

I HAVE A PURSE THAT MATCHES MY NECKLACE

THE NECKLACE ALSO MATCHES THE PURSE

IT WORKS IN BOTH DIRECTIONS

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dead mall

April 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most kids who grow up in the suburbs, when I was a kid,  I fetishized the mall, like just so deeply and badly needed to get a ride there so I could get my cartilage pierced at Claires or eat a cookie the size of my face or just walk through racks of low-rise pants that didn’t fit me. It’s not my favorite thing about myself, but I am somehow calmed by rows and shelves of Things, organized neatly by color and size. Since I fixated on Malls so much when I was young, I am really disturbed by the fact that they are now dying, so much so that there is now a term for the abandoned or nearly abandoned spaces, ‘dead mall.’ There’s even a term for the abandoned large hub of the mall, the JCPenney’s or Dillards or Sears: that gaping pit emptiness is called a ‘ghostbox.’ There needs to be a word for what I’m feeling — this sense that I am inside of slowly changing world — a world that is moving so fast I barely notice the changes — but every now and then, when I pause, I glimpse the change and it makes my skin buzz and my stomach sink. What is this feeling? Futuresense? Changefeel? DEADMALL?

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the rewrite

April 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in the middle of re-working a movie I wrote a few years ago. Rewriting pulls out the lose threads of my brain and makes everything, my Face, my Self, the World, feel unstable and wrong. WERE I TO SELECT AN IMAGE, IT IN FACT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THIS:

Imagine each piece of yarn is either a character or moment or my own self-loathing and doubt or a TIGHT FRENCH BRAID OF ALL OF IT. The goal, of course, after a certain amount of wading through and tripping over and choking on the mess, is this:

And then naturally, this.

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scriptpiphanies

April 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I would just like to formally apologize to every actor who came to callbacks for The Cake last night for how much I was frantically writing during every read. If I were you, I would of course assume that I was making a long list of everything that was annoying about my body and voice and just me as a human, in general. But actually,  when a playwright sits in on auditions for their play, suddenly all of the emotional holes in the scenes become clear, and the playwright must frantically write these holes downs along with any ideas re: how to fix them before they escape. Unfortunately sometimes this must happen while an actor is beautifully emoting. Basically La La Land is a documentary, and sometimes, I AM THE VILLAIN IN THE ROOM I’M SORRY.

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