In my doctoral studies at the University of Michigan I would deconstruct the world of Jane Austin's novels. The event was the big ball. Mothers talked about them endlessly, hoping their daughters would meet their future husbands. What young females in the village hoped for was that their dance card would be full.
Today, as a hustling ghostwriter/speechwriter the big event is being invited to a whatever where there will be brandname players to network with. I lucked out. Because I'm on the invite list for a gala birthday party, already those with plenty more influence, power, and wealth are checking my LinkedIn profile, reading my blogs, and even emailing me. The outcome I'm hoping for is that my assignment sheet will be full.
I have to wonder if special events in a society were ever purely social and meant to enjoy. Were humans ever allowed to be without an agenda?