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

FREE THERAPY.

October 31st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: I feel like I’m not doing enough. I mean I know I’m doing a lot, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I think I should be working on more things.

Morrison:….hmm. Well, I feel like you’re doing enough.

Me: Well, I know that I am, but I mean, I’m not.

Morrison:…hmm.

Beat.

Me: I talked to my mom!

Morrison: yeah, how’s she doing?

Me: Good! But she’s worrying over things about Pete’s wedding that she wishes she had done differently, and I’m like Mom, it was a beautiful wedding, relax!

Morrison: (knowing smile)

Me: WHAT?

Morrison: (even more knowing smile)

Me: IT’S NOT THE SAME! It’s different! She’s worrying about something when everything is fine –

Morrison: Go on –

Me: It’s different!

Morrison: No, please, keep going until you figure out how it’s different.

Beat.

Me: DAMNIT!

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Sexy (?)

October 30th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Starting my day before Halloween off ROIGHT, down an internet rabbit hole of unfortunate sexy costumes that just — Why? Favorites:

Sexy Corn:

Sexy Killer Whale:

Sexy Politician:

OH WAIT NO THAT’S AN ACTUAL PERSON THAT IS RUNNING FOR ACTUAL PRESIDENT.

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The Count.

October 29th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Lily Awards just released The Count, and it’s grim statistics re: gender parity in the theater. The hard nuts: America is 50.8% women, 49.2% men. In 2013, Bachelor Degrees were given to 62% women, 38% men. And yet, across 153 theaters and 2508 productions: only 22% percent of plays are written by women. Similarly, America is 62.2% white, and 37.8%, and yet only 12% of productions were by writers of color. This means that the theater in this country is not reflecting its people. What are we to do with this data? I mean, really? I don’t think any playwright wants their play produced JUST because they are a woman or a racial minority or both. Nobody wants the theater to become a ‘victim of political correctness,’ as Jonathan Reynolds pointed out in his response to the Count. But isn’t there an in-between? Somewhere somehow? Enter Steven Dietz, a white male playwright who has decided to ask his agents to let him know when his play is being performed as part of an all white male season, and he will ‘ask them to consider moving my play to another year, or possibly not doing it at all, so that a playwright of under-represented constituency can be produced in its place.’ BRAVA, DIETZ. It’s these brave, selfless little movements that make change.

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THIS IS A THING THAT IS REAL

October 28th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Maybe it’s because last night I fell asleep with Cracker curled in my face nook, but this just ripped my heart open:

UBER FOR KITTENS.

THEY BRING KITTENS TO YOUR OFFICE FOR 15 MINUTES.

YOU PLAY WITH THEM.

THEY LEAVE.

THEY ARE CALLED PURRSONAL ASSISTANTS.

PUNS FOR DAYS.

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Perhaps this is why

October 27th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on how to take the Holocaust and apply it to your current life which is nothing even remotely at all like the Holocaust like how dare you even make the attempt to juxtapose, and yet still: I’ve been reading Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning because Holocaust books are FUN! and also for work, as the show is very much about why we believe and put faith in certain things. When Frankl (a psychologist, and founder of logotherapy) was in a concentration camp, he observed human beings stripped down to their very souls, and saw the possibility for man to find meaning and purpose through struggle and suffering. Which leads me to, you know, myself. I can finally put my finger on why life in LA can be sort of — unsatisfying, in all of its satisfactions. Frankl says:

‘I consider it a dangerous misconception of mental hygiene to assume that what man needs in the first place is equilibrium or, as it is called in biology, ‘homeostasis,’ i.e., a tensionless state. What man actually needs is not a tensionless state but rather the striving and struggling for a worthwhile goal, a freely chosen task. What he needs is not the discharge or tension at any cost but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by him.’

ie, a balanced, easy life, you know, with a juice bar in walking distance, with air conditioning, with netflix and spotify, with pre-made salads and drinks outside, with cute shoe stores and ice cream cones and the occasional blip of earthquake or current event, is PERHAPS DETRIMENTAL  TO OUR SANITY. I don’t quite know what to do with this thought. Do I go stand in oncoming traffic?  Or do I just try and set the bar within myself higher, somehow? Is it about just constantly trying to do more? And is this theory proposing that people who are struggling are actually living more meaningful lives? But thinking back, I think I’ve never felt more active and alive then when devastated or heartbroken or afraid, and trying to overcome those feelings.  So what now? Do I arbitrarily manufacture struggle? Does that kind of struggle even count?

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NOT AT ALL SORRY

October 26th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay, I know I am a grown woman person with what should be mildly refined taste but JUSTIN BIEBER’S NEW SONG SORRY AND ITS SUBSEQUENT DANCE VIDEO ARE AMAZING. I have in fact caught what I think is called ‘Bieber fever’ and am perhaps also what is referred to as a ‘Belieber.’ Join me HERE.

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here / gone

October 25th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Reason #57 I love to write plays: they exist in a singular moment and cannot be fully recreated. Each person watching it shapes the tone with their own life experiences,  the lives the actors have lived that day shape their performances, if someone is lonely or tired or constipated or falling in or out of love, that hangs in the theater, big or small, and affects the thing, and then it ends, and in a way, it never happens again. The next night the same lines are read, but it’s not the same. Reading this morning about Christo and the late Jean Claude (artists who did the golden gate installation in Central park) and Christo’s next big move: to create a GIANT GOLDEN FLOATING PIER IN A LAKE IN ITALY SO THAT PEOPLE CAN WALK ON WATER:

I love how there are people on the earth whose sole dream is to create large pieces of art for people to interact with in a profound and TEMPORARY sort of way. So much of what is created today  can be accessed and accessed again online, which perhaps robs it of some of its specialness?  Christo says:  “I don’t like anything about computers. Young people today on their flat screens, it’s all virtual; nothing is real. All our projects involve real things — real wind, real sun, real wet, real danger, real drama. And this is very invigorating for me.” And also:  “It creates an incredible urgency,” Christo said, “because it will never take place again. And That’s why it’s so exciting.”

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MAKE NEW FRIENDS / MURDER THE OLD

October 24th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

In such a big city, it’s hard to find people you connect with. BUT THEN SOMETIMES, YOU DO.

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THIS IS HOW OLD.

October 23rd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Things Learned on Facebook, which has been loyally providing us new things for us to worry about / obsess over since 2004:  A TODDLER that I used to know, by which I mean a NEARLY BABY PERSON, daughter of the owner of the marvelous chocolate store where I worked, Lulu Scout, IS NOW A TEENAGE SINGER / DJ / MUSICAL PRODIGY LIKE WITH A ROBUST WEB PRESENCE AND CAREER.

I REPEAT.

I WAS IN GRAD SCHOOL SO LONG AGO THAT A HUMAN PERSON HAS NEARLY FULLY FORMED SINCE THEN, SO MUCH THAT THIS PERSON HAS A CAREER.

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you sometimes get what you think you want

October 22nd, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

This time last year, and perhaps well, most to all of the years, I was panicking and overworked and trying to do 900 things. But I kind of enjoy that feeling of absurd productivity and exhaustion, is that bad?  It makes me feel relevant. Like I am maximizing on my minutes?But I fantasized about having a day with nothing to do.  And now find myself with something I never thought I would have again, LESS COMMITMENTS, MORE TIME. Like little pockets of it to practice the piano and read BOOKS. But I  don’t know what to fully do with it the Time. I worry about wasting it. Last night I dreamt I was in a concert hall to see a symphony. As they played, water swelled underneath them until they were floating, and then the water took over the whole space until I was also floating, then the pond became a wave pool, then a tsunami, but a gentle kind that didn’t threaten to kill as we suddenly all had snorkels and oxygen tanks. We just keep listening to the star violinist who was now a fish type person. We weren’t scared, we just swam and heard, undulated. I think myself is telling myself to just move through the time, that it doesn’t have to be thrilling or terrifying or even important, that it can just be time spent listening.

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