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

TRICK QUESTION

August 11th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Which one of these pictures is the best?

Take your time. Pick your favorite. Go ahead. Do it.

YOU ARE WRONG.

THEY ARE ALL THE VERY BEST. EACH AND EVERYONE ONE OF THEM IS THE BEST PICTURE OF THIS FLAWLESS MOMENT, WHICH IS WHY I CURRENTLY HAVE 900 VERSIONS OF IT ON MY PHONE.

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August 10th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter


I usually like to tell myself that even though I am a woman, I am a unique being, and my emotions are not governed by any sort of cycle, that I am no slave to pheromones, but then approximately once a month I suddenly and deeply and aggressively hate that I have hair and the fact that we have to wear clothes and go places and do things and I lose all patience for everything and  all I want to do is cry while punching things while sleeping while Doritos are inserted into me intravenously, and then I remember that I am Eve, who is usually agreeable, but today you’ll find her cursing the sky, cussing at animals, searching for snacks. 

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SHOUTS INTO VOID 

August 9th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter


Every now and then, more specifically  whenever I’m experiencing a particularly deep need to leave my word mark: my blog stops working. Computer tells me: your blog is not responding. And / or, your blog does not exist. Whenever I see this, just for a moment, it’s as I’ve died. I’m reading my own obituary. I refresh and I refresh and I refresh until I’m breathing again. Panicked, I put something up. A girl trapped beneath a house after an earthquake finds a whistle to blow. I’M STILL HERE. 

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At first sight 

August 8th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter


 This just in, it actually IS possible to have feelings for a hand dryer. 

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but also, what if we didn’t?

August 7th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

During this time of great trial and tribulation, in which I keep trying to trim up before the wedding, but then keep swan-diving into vats of pesto pasta, I am reminded of a quote from the great goddess of Wisdom, Cheryl Strayed:

Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.

THANKS CHERYL! IS THIS PERMISSION TO GO WATER SKI MY FACE THROUGH A CHICKEN POT PIE? GREAT THANKS BYYYYYEEEEE!

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Q:

August 6th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT DO GOATS AND MORRISON HAVE IN COMMON?

A. THEY DON’T LOVE TO HAVE THEIR PICTURE TAKEN SO JUST GRAB IT WHENEVER AND HOWEVER YOU CAN

ALSO THEY BOTH LIKE FOOD

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I’M WITH HER (SHIRT)

August 5th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Full and embarrassing disclosure:  I haven’t really engaged in previous elections for president, or well, really any at all. Growing up with a Dad in politics, I told myself for years: that’s his realm. It does not concern you. Let him be the one involved in that. We didn’t discuss or debate politics much at home, either, given that my Dad had to deal with that shiz all day, and once home, he just wanted to eat his lasagna in peace. Also, like many Americans: the elections always felt, in a way, like they did not concern me. They felt like pageants, like articles I would read but not get. It’s a privilege of a person with a lot of, well, other privileges: to feel so safe and protected, that they do not need to engage. But this election feels at once personal and scary, on so many levels. With this shirt purchased from Hillary’s campaign, color me officially locked in. Active. Engaged. I AM SO VERY WITH HER.

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THERE WILL BE SNOT

August 4th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Press is starting to drop for the new show I’ve been writing for, This is Us! I’m not sure I’ve mentioned it here yet, because whether or not I’m eating cheese this week and whether or not Unicorn dresses surely takes precedence over career announcements.  I won’t spoil it much, but let’s say that if NBC’s gift to viewers at the screening of the pilot, these personalized packs of tissues,  are any indication:

THE SHOW WILL BE WEEKLY BURROWING INTO YOUR HEART AND PRESSING ON YOUR TEAR BUTTON.

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cardiojai

August 3rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

You’re in Ojai for a conference. You’d like to stay in shape, but there are no gyms or spin studios or gym spin studios or studio spins in sight, because, well, Ojai. Ojai is your gym. Its hills are your elliptical. Stroll up them, casually contemplating big questions. Happen upon a local, who asks you if you’ve seen the bear. Stop strolling. What bear? Oh, apparently there’s been a bear in the area. You know, just like, a bear. Smile at the local. Turn around. RUN. RUN BACK DOWN THE HILL AS FAST AS YOU HUMANLY CAN AWAY FROM THE THE BEAR. CURL UP IN THE YOGA MAT IN YOUR TRUNK AND WEEP.

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classic white girl playwright

August 2nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Classic white girl playwright spots beautiful playwright with even more beautiful accent, who travelled all the way from Zimbabwe to attend the playwright’s conference. Classic playwright girl corners her like prey.

White girl: HI IT’S SO NICE TO MEET YOU!

Beautiful Zimbabwe Playwright: Hello!

White girl: Are you – so — Hi. You’re from Zimbabwe?

Beautiful Zimbabwe Playwright: Yes I am!

White girl: Cool, I grew up in a mall parking lot! I just want to say that I think that everything you have ever written and will ever write is infinitely more important than anything I have ever written, or will ever write.

Beautiful Zimbabwe Playwright: Okay! It was lovely talking to you. I’m going to go get my wine.

White girl: OKAY COOL WELL IF YOU WANTED TO BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER JUST LET ME KNOW!

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