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

Road trip gamez 

April 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


We’ve had two six hour drives up to Carmel and back this weekend for the wedding (sidenote: WORTH EVERY SECOND) and so we’ve had to amuse ourselves with Bugles, racy rap music, impolite conversation and reboots of car games from our youth. The absolutely best car game thus far comes from Brother John keddie. Basically every time you see an RV, you put Anal in front of its name, and end up with classics like ‘Anal Prism’ and ‘Anal cougar’ and my personal favorite, ‘Anal Leprechaun.’ Once the words are said out loud, the players then laugh like children for a good 20 seconds then settle into a comfortable silence in which they remember that they are adults. Sharing this game here, and I quote Morrison, for ‘posteriority.’ 

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Beach guy

April 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s very soothing to me how easy it is to make Morrison VERY HAPPY. You only have to bake him something or put him on a beach. You could also bake him something and hand it to him WHILE he is on a beach but that actually might explode the universe and so I have yet to try.

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baby’s first high fashion moment

April 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

MOVE OVER BEYONCE

I HAVE A PURSE THAT MATCHES MY NECKLACE

THE NECKLACE ALSO MATCHES THE PURSE

IT WORKS IN BOTH DIRECTIONS

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TODAY AND EVERYDAY 

April 27th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


I found this lady face sweatshirt yesterday. I think it’s my own slightly more subtle version of the THE FUTURE IS FEMALE garb. Full disclosure, I will be wearing it every day going forward until it becomes a cast and fuses with my skin and it has to be sliced off with a saw while I cry.

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Wedding Guest Couture 

April 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My froworker Elizabeth is getting married in Carmel this weekend and I just can’t decide what to wear. It’s outdoors and at night and the couple requested ‘Get fancy! Go for it!’ So I’m thinking something like this:


IS IT TOO MUCH? IS IT APPROPRIATE? NO YOU’RE RIGHT I MIGHT BE COLD, I’LL BRING A COAT

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I’M COMIN HOME

April 25th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My Mom got Morrison and I a subscription to Our State, North Carolina’s official magazine, which is her very subtle way of shouting at us to move there. It’s full of pictures and articles about all of the awesome things happening there, or as Morrison lovingly calls it, ‘Propaganda.’   While it is inconceivable, really, for us to do our work in NC, it’s still fun to fantasize about, which is, of course, what it is:  a fantasy. People who actually live in NC go about their lives with work and stress and do not spend all of their time in whimsical sandwich shops or making three bean salads or exploring caves. But still, the magazine is very effective. I know I was just there a week ago, but how soon is too soon for another casual trip home perhaps for a CHEERWINE FESTIVAL?

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dead mall

April 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most kids who grow up in the suburbs, when I was a kid,  I fetishized the mall, like just so deeply and badly needed to get a ride there so I could get my cartilage pierced at Claires or eat a cookie the size of my face or just walk through racks of low-rise pants that didn’t fit me. It’s not my favorite thing about myself, but I am somehow calmed by rows and shelves of Things, organized neatly by color and size. Since I fixated on Malls so much when I was young, I am really disturbed by the fact that they are now dying, so much so that there is now a term for the abandoned or nearly abandoned spaces, ‘dead mall.’ There’s even a term for the abandoned large hub of the mall, the JCPenney’s or Dillards or Sears: that gaping pit emptiness is called a ‘ghostbox.’ There needs to be a word for what I’m feeling — this sense that I am inside of slowly changing world — a world that is moving so fast I barely notice the changes — but every now and then, when I pause, I glimpse the change and it makes my skin buzz and my stomach sink. What is this feeling? Futuresense? Changefeel? DEADMALL?

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Tiny gentle Asians 

April 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


Say, are you a white woman who fetishizes Asian babies but are sadly married to a white man so there’s no way that the two of you will produce one or at least not the old fashioned way? FOLLOW TINY GENTLE ASIANS ON INSTAGRAM FOR DAYS AND DAYS OF FAT BEAUTIFUL ANGELS! 

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in complete madness and in health

April 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Six months married today, so yeah, I can officially say that I know everything. Mostly I’ve been struck by the values of patience, compromise, and listening. But even more mostly, I am blown away basically every day by Morrison’s ability to handle my madness when I overload myself and short circuit, how he can not only calm me down but also, how quickly he can get me  (us) to the place of laughing at the absurdity of whatever the situation.  If it’s not funny at its core,  WHY EVEN LIVE IT AT ALL?

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heat, brought

April 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last night, our short film Again had its first screening at the Tribeca Film Festival, in an evening with five other beautiful shorts.  They treat you GOOD. A representative to usher you around / make you feel important, a theater with reclining leather seats, a big piece of paper with words on it to stand in front of. Of all of the pleasures and joys, the most greatest was watching Morrison bring the heat as if he were born to do it, on the red carpet,

and that big ol’ fancy screen.

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