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

…..Wrong.

May 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

There’s this girl at my gym who, each morning, hits the elliptical in the TINIEST SHORTS IN THE WORLD WITH 73% OF HER BUTT  EXPOSED. I’d show you a picture of it, but I feel like photographing people while they work out is *technically* illegal, so instead, this:

This girl brings out my inner grandma. Every morning I have an imaginary mind conversation with her:

Me: Um, those shorts are really innappropriate.

Girl: No they’re not.

Me: ….I can see all of your. All of it. All. It’s like an American Apparel shrank and died on your body.

Girl: This is just what I wear.

Me: Well could you stop?

Girl: Nope.

Me: Please?

Girl: If you don’t like it, don’t look at it.

Me: I can’t help it. I’m drawn to tragedy.

Girl: You’re fat.

(I run away, in tears.)

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DING!

May 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Working on this pitch for the The Secret movie (which, PS, I did NOT totally blow) has really helped adjust my thinking during what continues to be sort of a dark, confusing time in my lifecycle. Mostly, it’s made me focus on tiny, positive things. Like: Everytime I send an actor a draft of their Homemade Monologue, the subject line always reads: DING! As if the monologue has just come out of the oven, warm and stinking of brown sugar, and it delights to me no end, Every. Single. Time.

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31?

May 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just WHAT does one do with one’s 31st birthday, which is certainly not meant to be a rager of any kind, like 30, and should NOT involve 500 mozzerella sticks, and / or you on sitting on the floor of a bar at 4 am singing shots shots shots shots shots shots to no one in particular?

Am I meant,  instead, to  go to a resort in Palm Springs with Elizabeth Castoria of VegNews and lounge pool side and pay people to scrub at our limbs and bring us guacamole and beverages? WELL, YES. YES I AM.

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The Pitch.

May 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m pitching a movie for the first time tomorrow, and in the preparation process, I’ve learned a lot of things about myself, which I will now share in a clear, concise, story driven sort of way, which is to say, a manic list:

1.) I’m really bad at pitching.

2.) Writer does not equal engaging storyteller.

3.) The moment you ask me to do something also happens to be moment I forget how to do it.

4.) What is action? Who are people? What are Things?

5.) Did I really go to Grad school?

6.) I’ve got to stop chewing on my hair.

7.) I refuse to give up.

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Sir Shinn

May 12th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yes, my Mother is incredible, but I am always bloggy of this. Instead: This guy just made my breakfast. My incredible prof from Grad School gave this intelligent, inspiring interview from his HOSPITAL BED. He’s currently battling bone cancer, had a portion of his leg removed, but still carries on, writes plays, thinks his thoughts carefully and deeply.

‘We’re living in a time where people think the psyche is not that complex, and people stop pretty early in their journey of self knowledge.’

Won’t stop, Chris. WON’T.

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NAILED IT

May 12th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Oh, ATHLETES.

May 11th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

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You think you’re so GREAT.

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Squats?

May 10th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I oftentimes catch the dude personal trainers at my gym checking me out. But it’s not like they’re scoping out my hot bod, by any means. It’s more like looks of what are you doing to yourself? Stop doing that yourself. You have no idea what you’re doing and somebody clearly ate a bag of goldfish for dinner and man, I gotta get you alone, girl, cause you really do everything wrong, and if you give me nine hundred dollars, I could fix that, and then I could pay my rent and take my tiny girlfriend to Magic Mountain.

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Today, on So Cute I Puke

May 10th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Chicago friends Joel and Bess are eagerly awaiting the arrival of their little Gus. In the meantime, they are doing REALLY CUTE PHOTO SHOOTS IN WHICH JOEL GIVES GUS IN UTERO LIFE ADVICE THROUGH A CAN.

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Mint.

May 9th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hi, Spring! Is it Spring? Whenever the weather changes, I suddenly get really stoked about a new color and go through an intense phase of it. I want everything to be the color, and I see the color everywhere. This Spring, it is mint! The color of toothpaste. The color of gum. The inside of Andes Candy. Somewhere between grass and the T-shirts of anime characters and twee bridesmaids dresses and snot. SPRING 2013, YOU ARE THUS MINT.

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