Caution: I actually use a little naughty language in here.
When I went to Vegas for the first time in 2000, by myself, it took me all of 24 hours to figure out the city is made for money and women. If you have one or are the other, Vegas is your playground. To me, the secret of the city is that itâ€™s a living monument to avarice and lust. I’ll go even further and say that pussy built Vegas and is its raison d’Ãªtre. Aristotle Onassis understood that without women, money means nothing.
I spent two weeks there dancing. I never felt degraded in Vegas. I was constantly harassed by panhandlers, but that was it (I think I was a target because I looked harmless and was a single woman). I planned to go back the next fall, 2001, but those plans were curtailed. I’ve been back several times for vacations and I still feel the same vibe, although Vegas got whupped a little bit after 9/11 and lost some exuberance. I’m fully against it being a “family place.” That’s not why it lives and breathes.
so why is Vegas seen as degrading for women?
It seems the reputation for being Sin City is what starts the process of degredation, apparently exuding tendrils of icky feelings all the way to New York City. When civilian women actually land in Las Vegas, they’re appalled at the array of adult entertainment targeted for heterosexual men. Insecure and not sure what to make of the display of openly commercial/sexual women, they feel “degraded.”
To fight this feeling, all hotels on the strip should offer sexual services targeted to women tourists. With freedom to make asses of themselves, they might feel on more equal footing with their male civilian counterparts. And all hotels should offer some sort of Vegas-Sex 101 class for women. Something along the lines of “You’re in Vegas and you have a pussy â€“ even the casinos are jealous.”
Okay, this probably wonâ€™t happen. But a little attitude adjustment is usually all one needs to fight feelings of degradation.
And if you still feel degraded, then maybe it’s the situation and not you. In which case â€“ leave the situation! How hard is that to figure out?
is Vegas really wild?
In my opinion, no. Of course, I’m sure it’s because I haven’t been to the right parties.
My experiences have shown it to be a very commercial city. Everyone is on high alert to squeeze money out of you. To me, that keeps the wildness down to a surface level. The perception of wildness is what Vegas trades on. The reality is much more mundane and American. Not really exciting to tourists.
I mean honestly, just how wild is it to get a lapdance at the Crazy Horse II? It costs you $20+ (depending on the girlâ€™s hustling skills) for 3-4 minutes. There’s your wildness, walking away when the song is over.
Or is “wild” getting drunk? You can do that much cheaper in New Orleans â€“ and listen to some great music and meet very interesting people.
Vegas is not the sexual harassment capital of the US
I can’t condemn Vegas for degrading women when the nastiest, most unrepeatable comments I’ve gotten have been on the street in Dallas (okay, more like walking to and from stores in the parking lots). Sometimes those comments were degrading; often they were so awful they were fear-inducing â€“ especially when the guys would start following me. That’s a real problem.
Billboards advertising strippers or topless cabaret shows? I don’t feel the degradation. I don’t see the correlation.
PS: And if billboards are degrading, then someone needs to rescue those poor white tigers who suffered for all those years…
PPS: This is in response to a lot of fuss over the Nevada brothel system, which brought out a lot of side-effect crap. There’s a whole of lot blogging about it at Bound, not Gagged (yes, I’ve got a couple things there).