I’m still slogging my way through American Rose: A Nation Laid Bare: The Life and Times of Gypsy Rose Lee* and coincidentally, I started planning my birthday around the same time I read a chapter about Gypsy Rose Lee’s fabulous parties. Not only do I wish people flocked to my parties like they did to Gypsy’s, I wish people still followed proper RSVP etiquette. Although I’d prefer people come to my parties because they like me, not the “idea” of me…but anyway…
Darn you Facebook and your ability to change the entire thought process of a generation!
As you probably guessed, I’m speaking of the “Maybe” option in Facebook invites. I suppose if I really wanted to be proper, I wouldn’t use Facebook to send out invites for events, but it’s really the easiest way today. Especially since all (but one) of my friends has Facebook. I no longer have to make dozens of phone calls, track down everyone’s emails or have to write out actual invitations. I don’t have that kind of time (or money)!
Perhaps the informality of Facebook makes the “Maybe” option okay, and I will admit I’ve used it a few times (I really try not to anymore), but lately it’s driving me batty. Sure, it’s coming up on the end of the semester and most of my friends are still in grad school–they probably don’t know if they can get all their work done. I understand that. It’s the people who continually use “Maybe” as their go-to option who started this tirade. Am I not that important to you? Are you just waiting for something better to come along?
It makes me question our friendship and wonder if you don’t like me. Granted I probably care far too much about what other people think, but that’s the truth. And, it’s rude. I know this isn’t a wedding or anything really important, but it would be nice to know if I need to make dinner reservations.
I love technology–I own a laptop, a kindle and an iPhone. I regularly use Facebook and Twitter. Yet I hate how these technological devices and platforms, which are supposed to connect people, oftentimes separates them. Informal tweets and posts now take the place of conversation and along the way previously accepted etiquette fell to the wayside.
There was no “Maybe” option in Jane Austen’s time. No one RSVP’d “Maybe” to one Gypsy Rose Lee’s parties. “Maybe” wasn’t even an option on my 10th birthday party. Why is there one now?
*I don’t mean to imply that this a boring book. It’s just really long and while it’s fascinating it’s not exactly gripping.