As we put away our sun hats and begin to shake the sand out of our shoes, the turning of the leaves can only mean one thing – the beginning of New York charity season. When I was a little girl, charity used to mean volunteering at the soup kitchen for Girl Scouts or making holiday cards for the soldiers who weren’t able to spend the holidays with their families. But as the years went by and I traded in my Girl Scout uniform for an evening gown, the word charity took on an entirely new meaning.
As I walked into my first big charity gala a handful of years ago, I felt like I was walking into a storybook. I had never seen anything quite so glamorous before, and I couldn’t help but compare it to the shows and movies that I had seen on TV. It was simultaneously petrifying and mesmerizing – and while I may have aesthetically melted into the sea of people painted in black and white, I might as well have been dressed like Malibu Barbie, because I stood out like a sore thumb. While I expected the event to draw an eclectic mix of people who were all interested in supporting the cause from different walks of life, instead I found that the majority of the evening’s partygoers could not have been more similar. And in many instances, I was surprised to find that a good amount of the people in the room had barely any knowledge of the cause that the event was aiming to support. But as the perfectly dressed socialites floated through the room, sipping on champagne and casually stopping to pose for a photographer, one thing was certain – they had done this more than once or twice before.
As I maneuvered my way through the ballroom in attempt to find my place in the scene, I couldn’t help but stop and stare…over, and over, and over again. This version of charity was worlds away from my experience making meatloaf for the hungry in my community, and that first night that I spent in that world, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around how or why these stunning people were really trying to make a difference. In many ways I found myself frustrated, because while I was there genuinely trying to advance a cause that I was passionate about, it was evident that most people had other things on their minds.
When the hype from the evening finally died down and my bright red lipstick started to fade, I was simultaneously disheartened and intrigued. In many ways, it was nothing like I expected – beautiful women and dapper men seemingly more concerned with advancing their own social agendas than advancing the cause; but at the same time, it was everything I imagined and more – tables decorated with elaborate centerpieces and fine china, women in beautiful evening gowns frosted in some of the most elegant jewels I had ever seen, and more mini macaroons than I could possibly indulge in.
While there were many things that I hadn’t yet come to understand about the charity circuit in New York, I couldn’t help but yearn to be a part of that world. As time went by and I slowly began to become integrated into a scene that was once foreign to me, I promised myself one thing – that if I was going to be in this world, I was going to be myself in this world. As I learned more about the spectrum of charity events that take place each year, I realized that my initial outlook was somewhat cynical; I came to see that while certain people at these events may simultaneously be promoting their own agendas in one way or another, they are also contributing to the cause in their own way. Not only are they financially pushing money into the hands of the people running organizations who have the foundation to implement change, but by simply attending and spreading the word about the organization, they are extending the message which results in more people supporting the cause.
Being vastly younger than the majority of people regularly attending these events, I realized that while it would be unfeasible for me to make the same level of financial impact, that I could make a difference in my own way – through volunteering, and donating my time to the causes that I am most passionate about. Though the charity world initially seemed distant and unattainable, with innovation and creativity, there is always a way to design a pathway to the type of world that you want to live in.
After sitting down and sifting through the New York Social Diary’s calendar of events, I took some time to think about the various causes that I was genuinely interested in advancing and the types of organizations where I felt I could make the most impact. After really trying to hone in on my interests and my passions, I reached out to various event coordinators – which ranged from representatives of the organizations themselves, to PR companies that were in charge of running the larger events. After meeting with various executive directors from different non-profits and assisting in running some of the larger events, I have really come to see that for so many reasons, charity events are a really good thing.
Beyond the impact that you are directly making through helping to donate your time or money to organizations that you are passionate about, attending different charity galas can give you a certain amount of access to people and experiences that might have otherwise been unattainable. Not only has my time volunteering for a variety of charities and political organizations granted me exposure to some of the most decadent venues in this amazing city, but it has also given me the opportunity to connect with other people who are equally passionate about advancing some of the causes that I care about. Though charity galas inevitably come with their fair share of cocktail party banter and social niceties, some of the conversations that I have had during the five course dinners at these events have been some of the most interesting discussions of my life.
From meeting some of the people who are now my best friends, to people who are inspiring mentors and others who have introduced me to a new way of thinking, I have come to realize the various benefits of being a part of the world that I was once too afraid to embrace. I used to think that if I immersed myself in a world of money, status, and decadence, that I would somehow be corrupted and be seduced by something that might make me less pure in many ways. But now when I walk into a charity gala, I don’t see a simple canvas made up of people painted in black and white; I see the potential to make an impact, the opportunity to meet new friends, try new foods, become exposed to new ideas, and to ultimately continue to be the best person that I know how to be. So while stepping into a decadent ballroom may initially appear to be an intimidating way to spend your evening, through challenging yourself to do so, not only are you making a difference in your own way, but your are also granting yourself access to a world that you might not have otherwise been exposed to.