bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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The real cupcake wars 

June 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

If you want to witness one of the great tragicomedies of American culture, just visit any sort of office on any of its workers’ birthdays. On this loathed and sacred day, someone nice brings cupcakes, everyone sort of awkwardly sings, and then everyone sits around pretending like they’re not going to eat the cupcakes and talking about how they’re not going to eat the cupcakes, and then either giving in and eating them or staring at them hatefully while others eat them or shoving gum into their mouths so as to not eat them, or sometimes even — eating them proudly and with abandon. My co-worker Vera and I have birthdays two days apart, and because we are deeply aware of the feelings of our co-workers, we combined our cupcakes days into one. Perhaps every office should select one day of the year and just call it Birthday, and every person in the office can face-dive into vats of butter cream then take a group nap, as opposed to spreading the self restraint / gluttony bit by bit over the calendar.

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the names of Boats

June 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

At the request of Mrs. Foster Keddie, Mr. Foster Keddie took Mrs. Foster Keddie up to Santa Barbara for the weekend before her birthday,  so that Mrs. Foster Keddie might indulge in one of her favorite things, which is drinking wine by a pool while also looking at an ocean. After a few hours of this, Mr. and Mrs. Foster Keddie took a stroll up a pristine beach towards plates of carbohydrates, past rows of boats with names like ‘Truth’ and and ‘Conception.’ When asked by Mr. Foster Keddie what she might name a boat if she had it, Mrs. Foster Keddie replied “…Float box” to which Mr. Foster Keddie laughed, remarking that he would in fact name his boat the very same.

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LINE: CROSSED 

June 11th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay y’all. I am just as into the toddler chic vibe as the next girl. But this ad on Instagram now officially crosses all of the lines 

 

THIS IS CLOTHING FOR AN ACTUAL BABY BUT FOR AN ADULT. YOU COULD LITERALLY POOP YOURSELF IN THIS. Can we agree to maintain SOME dignity while also wearing Leggings with cupcakes on them? Like pair them with at least a grown up top? 

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I would like to not thank the Academy

June 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fox graciously and generously got all of the This is Us writers memberships with the Television Academy, which at first makes one feel quite lucky and fancy, but then, THE BOXES START TO COME.

As a TV academy member / Emmy voter, basically every single show and every single network sends you a highly flammable box containing DVDs of their shows, ALL OF WHICH ARE AVAILABLE ONLINE, and yet, they still send the boxes.  Clearly so much thought and care has gone into the design and presentation of them, and it all just makes you so sad for the people who put so much time and energy into the making of them because you have no time to even open them or watch them because you are too busy making other TVs, and it all just feels so very wasteful and looking at the stacks of them makes you question not only your own time management, but also the entire world, the people in it, and the peoples’ relationships to the that world’s resources. WHAT ARE THINGS? WHAT IS TIME?

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MUSIC TEARS

June 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

DO YOU LIKE TO CRY,  BUT OUT OF YOUR EARS? This is Us now has a Spotify playlist that you can follow!

It features songs from the episodes:  some covers, some old faithfuls, some originals written just for the show, basically just anything that tickles the part of your soul that knows that you’re human and so is everyone and family is sacred and life is fragile and time is fleeting  and basically just RIPS TEARS FROM THAT PART.

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not this, but

June 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of the most valuable things I’ve learned about writing from the process of writing for TV is the concept of ‘not this, but.’ It allows a writer to say ‘here is the terrible version of my idea,’ and then present something obvious and bald and not great, but chances are, there’s something there that can be finessed into something more elegant. If you slave over the perfect version before you even present the idea, you will not only drive yourself insane but also probably slowly grow ulcers if not brain tumors and / or resentment for the creative process over time. But if you can be brave enough to present the inelegant version of the idea, with the neurotic disclaimer that it’s SO VERY BAD, chances are you will stumble your way towards something brilliant, if not palatable, if not mediocrity’s slightly taller, more attractive cousin.

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bud day

June 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my bud, Elizabeth Castoria, superior sautee-er of vegetables, kindest of hearts, supreme toilet paper picker-upper, once tiny manhattan apartment share-er, forever and ever friend.

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the witching hour

June 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Experts and addicts and expert addicts say that alcoholics have a witching hour, a time of day when they always start to want a drink, for most, about 5 PM, the hovering inbetween day and night. Interestingly, TV writers rooms have a collective witching hour, but it’s about 3 PM, that hovering between lunch and end of day, and it’s NINETY SEVEN BAGS OF POPCORN. It’s predictable, it’s feral, it’s comforting, it’s disturbing, it’s how we somehow manage to get it all done.

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assistance

June 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m thrilled to announce that a very lovely college student who I met at the Ojai Playwright’s Conference is going to be my assistant for the Summer. I think it’ll be an interesting experiment in delegation and letting go. I’ve never had an assistant, so in an effort to understand how this lovely person might be of assistance to me, how I might use her in a way that is rewarding to the both of us, I’ve started a list of tasks.

- organize file cabinet

- figure out why my computer no longer knows that it has a USB port

- find articles and books for me to adapt

- help me get this piece of lettuce out of my teeth

- take my hands to get a manicure

- nurture my drifting friendships

- figure out why my eyes are rejecting my contact lenses

- determine to what extent climate change can be slowed by our behavior

- be my hands

- be my eyes

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The End Feeling

June 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Did you know that even if you’re not really a theater person, you still have an innate sense of when a play should End? I’ve felt it so many times: I’m watching a play with some 30-200 strangers, some regular theater goers, some not, and towards The End of the play, there is the feeling of, well, The End. We can all actually feel it coming. There’s what we perceive to be the penultimate scene — the crescendo — and then there better be The End, or we get restless, our attention drifts, we feel sort of lied to, as we were made to feel like it was The End, and yet these people keep emoting, talking too much with their hands. Since humans have this inborn sense of story, it’s then the playwright’s job to make sure the play Ends just a moment right before or after it feels like it should, subverting that End feeling ever so slightly. I say this mostly to myself, as a typical Bekah play Ends for approximately 30 to 57  minutes.

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