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

The perks of being a tvwriter(flower)

October 23rd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

While we’re filming, catered lunches! Surf and ALSO turf. Each day, there is an overwhelming and confusing cornucopia of delicious foods,  that somehow manages to convince you that putting pesto on watermelon is probably a really good idea.

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October 23rd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
My play is the Play of the day at Drama Bookshop today, I’ve just learned! Also  of not, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve ever been tweeted about:
Lastly of note, I refuse to start tweeting because there are just too many things, in the world, and I can barely manage the thing’s I’m already half-heartedly engaged in. I am already overwhelmed by the things that, as a human, I could be doing, but am not doing, and already long to be everyone that I’m not.
Last lastly, I think I finally understand hashtag, hashtagpretendingtonotunderstandtwitteristhenewpink.
There is probably supposed to be a # in there somewhere.

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The Loving Story

October 22nd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

For a little Maco Lights research, I checked out this documentary, and have officially discovered the fourth more beautiful woman in the world, next to Marina Abramovic, my Mom, and Taylor Swift. Meet the lovely Mrs. Mildred Loving, pictured here with her  husband, Richard Loving:

In 1958, they married illegally, and were arrested and banned from their home state of Virginia. Instead of bouncing on his wife, Richard stuck by her, hired lawyers, and took their case all the way to the Supreme Court, where they eventually won, overturning interracial marriage bans in 16 states. Clearly, he loved her, very much. How could you not? I do, even. This Loving Story has a sad ending – after finally getting to move back home to Virginia / live there legally, and together, Richard built Mildred and their children a house. Eight years later, he was killed by a drunk driver. Thankfully, someone along the line took about 700 incredible pictures of the couple, preserving them forever in time. If this isn’t literally a picture of love, I just don’t know what is.

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Sausage Party

October 21st, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m realizing that for the most part, my LA friends are all dudes and I’m NOT sad about it. I love hanging out with dudes. I love helping them pick up girls and making fun of their shoes and pretending to know nothing about football so they get the satisfaction of learning you and heart to hearts and meat parties. As long as I have my sisters, be they in other parts of the country, and a LA girl here and there to accompany me on the occasional pilgrimage to Madewell and tell me it’s fine to spend two hundred dollars on a sweater you could probably find at goodwill if you were home, I am gold.

But for the record, not pictured, there were ALSO brussel sprouts at this BBQ, inserted femininely into the spread.

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October 20th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on how to gain 30 pounds in five days, two of my lovely co-writers are having a waffle off, with the writers room as judges / victims / luckiest people in the world. Yesterday’s waffles were light, crispy, and featured blueberry honey and some jam from France. I think that when all is said and done / all waffles consumed, I will have to pretty much just declare Waffles the winner, just in general.

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Why to have children, and other pictures

October 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Actually, it’s just this. This is the ONLY picture why to have children. Yes, this one will suffice.

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This will ultimately relate to Cereal.

October 18th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

It usually goes:

Loved One: Bekah, (really important question or comment involving our relationship, your spirituality, my future, your finances, my wants, your fears.)

Me: Yeah – just – I don’t know. We just – yeah. You know? It’s just like. (An elongated moment in which it might appear like I’m preparing to drop some serious profundity. But then:) ….Yeah.

Sometimes, particularly in large or quiet emotional moments, where I have something very important to express – I feel like I might know what it’s like to be in a coma, trapped in a bed, surrounded  by people speaking at you and to you, while you lay there, wordlessly shouting at them through layers of yourself. It would seem that as I writer, I should be able to beautifully and wittily present arguments and make claims and deliver improvised but quotable monologues, but I just can’t. I usually feel like my brain is shoved full of old cereal and / or buried deep inside of a really old purification plant, my clear thoughts getting stuck in its pipes. I wonder if I might go back to kindergarden, or womb, or whenever it is that you learn how to connect deep thoughts to words, the kind that come out of your mouth, and just hang out there for a bit.

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Lie. v Lay

October 18th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I will never. Get it. Right.

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I Forgive You

October 17th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

A moment from I forgive you, currently running at the New Ohio, inspired by a dream I once had about an ex-boyfriend coming to murder me in my sleep. He arrives, a ten minute play ensues, and then he forgives me, and I forgive myself, and then I kind of accidentally murder myself.* In this incarnation, Me is played by a really tall and really beautiful blonde, which I just like.

* NOT a cry for help.

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October 16th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes, I can only grab a few minutes at lunch to read the news, and my time is of the essence go-to is  Today, I’m deciding between ‘Tuna Worker cooked to death in Oven’ and ‘Kathy Lee Gifford drops Puppy.’ Clearly, I’m blogging instead. But is that a hampster? HOW IS THAT A HAMPSTER?

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