‘Tis the season, and all that. 

The party invitations are rolling out. 

And just as surely, the silence rolls back in. 

You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot get a human being to RSVP. You can get a camel through the eye of a needle. But just trying getting that camel to RSVP first. You know that thing Meatloaf said he wouldn’t do for love? I am pretty sure it was “RSVP.”

It used to be that we had some excuse. RSVP’ing to events required you to send a messenger, or a pigeon, or mail a letter, which was a convoluted process with stamps and envelope-licking and visiting blue boxes on the street corner. Then we evolved to the point where RSVP’ing required a phone call. If there is one thing that modern people hate, it is a phone call. We would rather type to you for hours on end than hear a voice on the line for two minutes that could have resolved everything much more simply. That would be too awkward.