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

NOT SAFE PLACE

November 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

An already irate group of theater people got to get EVEN MORE IRATER Friday night when Pence attended Hamilton. He was briefly booed by the audience, but was then given a kind and gracious message by the cast, asking that he, as VP, serve the country’s people. TRUMP THEN TOOK TO TWITTER SCOLDING THE ACTORS, DECLARING THAT THE THEATER IS A SAFE PLACE AND SHAME ON THEM FOR MAKING IT NOT SO.  I would like to issue my two prong response that is now surely being felt in every actor and director and playwright there ever was.

1.) SAFE PLACE? OH, BY WHICH YOU MEAN, UNLIKE AMERICA NOW FOR MILLIONS OF PEOPLE, WHO WILL NOW LIVE IN FEAR,  YOU BIG DUMMY? YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO THAT ONE JUST AS YOU DO YOUR HAIR EVERY MORNING AS YOU PEEL YOURSELF FROM THE ABSURDIST COLORING BOOK AND STEP INTO YOUR HAIR

2.) I keep mulling over this idea that the theater is a ‘safe place.’ I mean, is it? I mean, sure. Yes. It’s a place where people are meant to come together and hear stories. But also, it’s a place bravery and exploration of difficult ideas. That’s what it should be, especially now. I say we strive to make the theater less safe. Less and less and less until he finds himself in a Box seat and cannot look away. He is forced to see.

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inside Screener Season

November 19th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: we got our first screener! We got Sully!

Husband: I’m not watching that.

Me: Why not? It’s supposed to be good! Our friend is in it also!

Husband: Because it’s an actual thing that just happened. We know exactly what happens because it literally just happened.

Me: ….Okay, yeah. Good point.

Husband: Right?

Me: Yeah. The movie industry is so greedy for story now that the MOMENT that something compelling happens, some studio hires some writer to basically just start transcribing life. And so nothing is interesting anymore unless it actually happened. Imagination is dead.

Husband: exactly.

A moment.

Me: Okay, but I am going to watch Sully.

Husband: Have fun with that!

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heaven for sale!

November 18th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

GLORY! My heaven play is now published and licensed by Sam French! Available in human size, and also for mouse theater companies:

Can’t wait to see where this play goes. Buy it HERE!

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SUCH SADNESS

November 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a horribly sad thought: remember when you were little, or medium little, or even a teenager, some older than you adult person, be it a stranger or aunt or friend of your parent’s, would say to you: I KNEW YOU WHEN YOU WERE A BABY! I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE YOU WERE THIS BIG! I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS! I MADE YOU A SANDWICH! I TOOK YOU TO PEE! And you were creeped out and apathetic,  and could not have been even remotely less interested in this insight into your past, pre-memory, or even remotely less interested in this adult person, and so left them ASAP to find the other kids, eyes clouded by pixie sticks dust and ears stuffed with your own narcissism?

SOMEDAY YOU WILL BE THAT PERSON TO ALL OF YOUR FRIEND’S CHILDREN, TO YOUR NIECES AND NEPHEWS, AND POTENTIALLY TO EVEN YOUR OWN CHILDREN.

SADNESS.

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Breadstraction

November 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am  choosing to spend today’s lunch break looking at pictures of bread pudding so that I might find the perfect one to make for Thanksgiving instead of going deeper into the horror of the internet world because I CHOOSE MY CHOICE, I CHOOSE MY CHOICE

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WELL DONE Y’ALL

November 15th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

* unzips and steps out of empathy and understanding, just for a moment

OUR NEW PRESIDENT’S SENIOR COUNSELOR IS A DANGEROUS WHITE SUPREMACIST WHO HAS PENNED ARTICLES SUCH AS ‘BIRTH CONTROL MAKES WOMEN UNATTRACTIVE AND CRAZY.’ HE HAS CALLED ALL FEMINISTS DYKES. SINCE WE ARE BEING HONEST, SIR, AND UN-PC, AND SAYING WHAT IS ON OUR MINDS, AND NOT CENSORING OURSELVES, AND EXERCISING OUR RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH, THEN I DECLARE YOU A  FAT ENTITLED GARBAGE PERSON, WHO WILL SOON BE RECEIVING VATS OF PERIOD BLOOD VIA THE US MAIL. LIKE YOU WILL NOT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT. IT WILL FILL UP YOUR LUNGS. YOU WILL DROWN IN IT.

* l0oks at side pile of empathy on the floor. Attempts to put it back on but it’s too full of holes.

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dreamsick

November 14th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Q.) Does anyone actually care about  / want to hear long re-tellings of anyone else’s dreams?

A.) YES, YOU, ABOUT MINE.

The other night, while safely tucked into a microwave sized hotel room in Manhattan, I dreamt that I was in a meeting to pitch a TV show or something and we were all wearing pencil skirts like business women. Then suddenly this cloud of shame and despair pushed through the windows and shoved its way into the room, and the tone shifted. One of the women slipped on a men’s blazer, and leveled with me across the larger desk. You have cancer, she said. She then explained that I was made of tiny legos and that basically, one fourth of every lego that made me was cancerous. She then slipped me a sheet of paper. This is your itinerary for your chemotherapy appointments. I took the paper, looked it over, all the times and dates. I slid the paper back to her. No, sorry. I don’t have time to have cancer. I got up to leave. They tried to stop me but they couldn’t. That’s not how this works. But I opened the door, and stepped into nothing. Sorry, I don’t have time.

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on showing up

November 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Blaine and Carrie and I have been a trinity of friendship for something like 15 years now. We know each other’s souls and make each other laugh. All we used to do it sit around on various couches talkin’ smack about plays and Mr. Big. Now, all we ever want is just to have five minutes where we are all in the same place, on some couch.  As we keep getting older, it keeps getting harder to maintain the holy bond,  But we do our damnedest. Three different states, three different lives, three different schedules. In the last six months alone, we had Carrie’s Beyonce themed Beybe shower in NYC:

then my nuptials:

And yesterday, Blaine’s coed party that was maybe about the baby she’s bout to have but in no way was it a baby shower, not at all, more of a gathering with beer and mini ham biscuits for an inexplicit purpose:

I think the trick to maintaining old friendships well into adulthood is showing up. Sometimes you hop a plane, shuffle things around, max out credit cards, and you show up physically. Sometimes you can’t make that magic happen, so you just show up emotionally with a phone call. However you manage to do it: show up. Be there. With these gals (and their husbands and offsprings) I NEVER. EVER. REGRET IT.

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NO BUT I’M FINE 

November 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

IT’S JUST THAT I POPPED DOWN TO NC FOR BLAINE’S BABY SHOWER AND THESE TINY BABY SKINNY JEANS JUST MADE MY EYES FILL WITH TEARS BUT OTHERWISE I’M GOOD 

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piece of cake

November 11th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

What is the antidote to a sad and terrible week? 24 HOURS IN NYC WITH DELI BREAKFAST SANDWICHES AND A READING OF MY CAKE PLAY WITH WONDERFUL, EMPATHETIC ACTORS WHO CARE ABOUT SOCIAL JUSTICE, both preceded by and followed by tears and heartfelt conversation re: how to move forward; also, martinis, and a whole musical just about Pie.

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