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

Neo-facism – for Kids!

March 13th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


In celebration of Working Man’s Clothes 3rd birthday, we held a lil fundraiser shindig Monday night in the Middle of Nowhere, Bushwick, Brooklyn. Thanks to gentrification, this Middle of Nowhere now includes an over-priced organic natural food store and this pizza place, Roberta’s. It’s the perfect space for a such a party. Long and barn-ish. My friend Masonite is working there making pizzas, which amuses me to no end.
And speaking of Michael, he and Cole have teamed up, creatively, with the sole goal of teaching Kids about Communism. Crucial; Significant!


Also patroning our fundraiser were the three sweetest thug kids you ever did see, neighborhood kids who lurk outside with their BMX bikes. They can dance STUPID good, and performed for us as Archie, token Black man Patron/spinner person, spun Kriss Kross. Turns out these kids madz skillz be so’s cruzy cause they are cousins to none other than Lil Bow Wow himself.

All in all, funds were raised.  Three bands played – pizza with organic cured meat product was consumed – Sparx drunk –  and the birth of the Thing that is still happening that is the Working Man’s Clothes (Authentic, Orginal Theater- touche) – was thoroughly celebrated.


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March 7th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Eve Marie Carson, The Student body class president at my alma mater, UNC Chapel Hill, was found shot in the head early Wednesday morning in a nice part of town. Her friends saw her at 1:30 am, they were going out to party, she was going home to study. Four hours later, she’s found dead. No theories.

I’m alive, though. And I have three bags of dumb clothes from goodwill, so I cling to my mommy and eat girl scout cookies. We watch Catherine Zeta Jones sniff some truffles on TV.

Then, I googl this girl’s death.
I am going to have serious nightmares tonight.

My heart goes out, so many times, to her family.


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bang porn

March 7th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Yeah…I got em cut shorter…oh yeah. Cut that, yeah.

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The Cure for the Common Cold

March 4th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Commonperson, I wish I was Kidding, but seriously, are you sniffly? Coughy? Stick these warm friends in your gob. They are government- drugged to change your general outlook on life, rapidize your heart rate, and make you sort of just smile like a happy schmuck. This smile reads: ‘..mmm. McDonalds.’

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March 3rd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you know me, you pretty much know that I am pretty much obsessed with playwright Sarah Ruhl. I think she’s a genius. No wonder she received the MacArthur Genius Grant a few years back (something crazy like $100,000) – which she’s using to take time off to raise her baby daughter. Last night I saw her new play, Dead Man’s Cell Phone, starring Mary Louise Parker – about a woman who finds a dead man’s cell phone, and takes it upon herself to take all of his calls. She does this thing where she can be ridiculous and beautiful at the same time. Genius genius genius sooo many times. It’s inspiring.

Her next play is about the history of vibrators.

Gah. Genius.

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Next time at the Guggenheim

March 2nd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Gah. What is this artist SAYING? I just don’t GET it.

Yeah, I go to museums sometimes. What if I do.

*Note* – the following pictures are NOT from the Guggenheim. Next time at the Guggenheim just happens to be a group of words that are pretty grand to say. They are from MOMA, which is an equally cool response to the question ‘What did you do this weekend?’ (But: *subnote* – say the word ‘MOMA’ flippantly, as if you went to the laundromat, as to not draw TOO much attention to how stinking cultured you are – or how much you are trying to be.)

*NoteNote* – I did not go to MOMA this weekend. I cannot tell a lie. (It was a few weekends ago.)

*NoteNoteNote* – Bekah DOES not perceive herself to be a connasieur of art. She cannot even spell connasieur. She remains a douchebag person who says things like Hey, isn’t that a Pollock? and not much else. Though she would love to be the kind of person who can wander into a museum and say hey, omg, it’s a ‘obscurefrenchminimalistfromNaziRomania,’ and be totally right, she is Not this person. But, nonetheless, she enjoys museums, though she cannot seem to retain any factual information about movements, artists, etc. Instead, she enjoys the wandering, the quiet perusing; the sticking of one’s face dangerously close to the thing to see how it looks. Up close. She enjoys the painful details.


A person who considers Himself to be a work of Art, boots and All,  considers the Work of Art.


And finally, some corn next to a violin.


Because life is meaningless, or something.

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While it is Hot, Even!

March 1st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter



Buy it so hard. Only $9.95.
If I sell 12,000 copies, I can pay off my student loans. Easy.

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