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

If the shoe fits, give it all of your money.

January 22nd, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I hate to be that girl who’s all, I’m training for a half marathon right now, but I’m training for a half marathon right now, which is to say, slowly and sadly shuffling either up a treadmill or around the Silverlake Resevoir. Blaine and husband are coming to LA in March for the full marathon, and I thought I might trot alongside her for half of it. I can’t tell if I’m getting any better at running, or just being bad at it but doing it for longer each time, but  it is happening. Sunday it happened for six miles. I spent about nine thousand dollars on these new running shoes, in hopes that they would give me a six minute mile and a six pack, but so far all I’ve got is a blister that’s somehow growing a blister inside of it. But really: I like myself very much for attempting this.

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Four Score and some other time units ago….

January 21st, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Obama’s first inauguration, I was working a day job with the loveliest coworkers perhaps ever. Since we liked each other, and also liked witnessing history, and wouldn’t kick day drinking outta bed,  we headed to the bar beneath our office to watch. Here’s some proof.

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January 20th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say, do you not live alone or with a significant other? Has it dawned on your that your roommates probably do not want to see your butt? You need WHATEVER PANTS! Whatever pants are loose, comfortable, and hide your offensive body while you do your laundry or pensively eat peanut butter from the jar.

How was your day, roommate? Whatever.

Are these dishes clean or dirty? Not sure, whatever.

What’re you up tonight? What does it look like I’m up to? I’m wearing these pants.



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I need these (?)

January 19th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being a woman of a certain age, I figured it was probably time that I get after a daily mutli-vitamin, and being a toddler trapped in a grown person’s body, I then decided these vitamins should probably be as  close to candy as humanly possible. But THEN I SAT IN MY CAR FOR TEN MINUTES UNABLE TO OPEN THE CHILD PROOF CAP. When I finally got them open, I popped five in my mouth, to compensate for a dearth of sunshine and kale in my innnards. I then realized you’re only supposed to have two a day, and officially decided that I really should not be trusted with anything.

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Those who can’t Do, Write?

January 18th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I constantly wish that I could go and fix and do things, but at the end of the day, I’m just a writer and am not necessarily meant to go stomping around rain forests, building sustainable water purification systems. I am not physically saving or changing anything. But writers have their own work: we can make things visible. I get to write for a show that promotes awareness of oftentimes neglected community, and a beautiful language that is slowly dying.

I. Am. Lucky.

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This is now have.

January 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Julien painstakingly made me this awesome NC nail art, and it makes me want to be there today, so bad, NOT just because a snow storm’s abrewin’. I just wanna crawl up inside of that little heart with some Little Richard’s BBQ, and just die.

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How often should I

January 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Google, you mindreader, you killer and creator of dreamers, you harbinger, you confuser, I love you. I just turned to you to ask you how often I should change my oil, and you suggested that I might also be wondering:

How often should I wash my hair?

How often should I clean my dog?

How often should I get a colonoscopy?

Google, I will take all of these answers, and then some. Just give me all of it. Thank you for informing me that it’s every 3,000 miles I should get my oil changed, but also 5,000, but also 10,000, but also every day, but also not at all.

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Craziness, of the Baby Variety

January 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Boyfriend and anyone who cares: Fear Not. While sure, being 30 has made me tear up when someone tells me they’re naming their daughter after their grandfather, Charlie, and Sure, I spend way more time than I should looking at friends’ and strangers’ babies in their assorted tiny football jerseys, and maybe I have officially decided that what I really want is a little boy who I can put suspenders on, who will play the piano and build forts. But these are of course all fantasies and abstractions of something that is incredibly real and intense: parenthood. Like actual parenthood. And at the end of the day,  I still want to sleep in until 10 on Saturday and then do whatever the crap I want. Selfishness still outweighs the need. I think I’ll wait a few years, at which point, I’m really hoping they don’t tell me my fertility is broken. Like, all of it.

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January 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on we should Really All Live like Elizabeth Castoria: Ira Glass just informed me that it’s incredibly possible that a lot of calamari is actually sliced and deep fried Bung, which is my new favorite worst word in the world, which is pork rectum, which is also to say, pork butthole. So I might be limiting my edible mistakes to fries, which are hopefully just potatoes and not sheep face.

Note: there is no actual proof that this is substitution is actually happening, but as a gentleman of the meat industry aptly stated, you can be an anthropologist all you want but til you work in a pork factory, you don’t know sh*t.

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January 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, in Adult Sunday School, a guest pastor – who looked like the kinda guy I’d want to grab a beer with – equated the contemporary church to a crashing plane. This of course immediately grabbed my attention. (If you want me to care about something or listen to you, simply just say ‘plane crash,’ followed by the thing you’d like me to hear.)

He realized he was making a bold statement, and then opened the sermon up to a group discussion of what people felt had changed in the church in the last 25 years. He specified his question, asking everyone who’d gone to church growing up, stopped going, and then recently started going again, to raise our hands. I meekly did, as did a handful of other awkward young adults who’d pressed themselves into decent enough clothes and skipped a boozey brunch to be there. I felt remarkably unalone. He was most curious about we felt had changed. A cool looking girl in weird glasses a few pews in front of my raised her hand and read my mind: Today I can wear cut off jean shorts to church and it’s totally fine. She was indeed rocking them, tastefully, over tights. It was really hard not to high five her. Other people shouted out observations of things that have changed and I felt like I was back in college in one of those particularly interesting lectures that you make you feel alive and intelligent. My favorite observation: there’s less focus on doctrine and more focus on thought.

The Guy I’d like to Get a Beer with concluded with this: The Church needs to evolve because we are evolving. The only way to keep the church from crashing, you know, into a building, or skidding off the runway, is to allow it to evolve with people as they do. Evolve away from chanting and pantyhose, towards thoughtfulness and understanding.

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