Late at Night, Women Only Have One Identity in Vegas

LAS VEGAS – An extremely unscientific experiment that I personally conducted seems to suggest that women have only one identity after midnight in Vegas. And it starts with a B.

But then women are already looked at a bit differently in Sin City as it is. From the smut peddlers who advertise the “hottest women in town”, to the trucks that troll the streets with signs reading, “We Bring the Girls to You” to the glossy paper magazines featuring photos of women that leave little to the imagination – women in Vegas “enjoy” a different status than the men. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is here.

My first experience with a woman in Vegas occured outside the Flamingo casino. A young woman approached me and asked, “Where you going sexy?” I said nothing but she persisted. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, sexy baby.” Since she had chosen to use the word ’sexy’, I concluded she could not be speaking to me and kept walking.

That is when I ran into a pair of young women, slightly drunk, who were walking back to their hotel at 3 a.m. I followed them for three blocks and observed people’s reactions to the two women. (This is why my study was properly labeled ‘unscientific’.) Nearly every single male that came in contact with them said something deragotary or just entirely stupid.

“Hey baby, I got $17 with your name on it,” said one. Hearing this, another man agreed to up it to $30. Three black men offered to have their picture taken with the two women and asked them what they were doing. Another man offered them $75 and when they told him to beat it, he called them “bitches”.

One of the women got very irate about this. “That pisses me off,” she complained, “I’m a married woman, they shouldn’t talk that way to me. It makes me very angry.”

It went like this for three long Vegas blocks. The men, often accompanied by a woman of their own, could not resist making comments to the two girls. Many offered cash and some used the dreaded B-word.

“That’s such shit,” the complaining woman hissed to her friend. “I have a name, you know.”

My reaction? Not in Vegas, you don’t.