That said, I have encountered a mix of some of the absolute best and some of the absolute worst people I have ever met in my life. In many cases, a person's social value is directly correlated to their potential VIP status, whether that be through money, hotness, industry connections, or all of the above. In Vegas, status reigns supreme -- real or perceived -- and it doesn’t matter how you get it as long as you have it.
As a woman out here, you will be made excruciatingly aware that you are worth no more than the sum of your parts. Forty-something-year-old women act like 15-year-old mean girls; the pinnacle achievement in their Vegas tenure is to become a trophy wife, one who finds a rich husband with the means and ends to keep them artificially "young" and hot in perpetuity. The men are conditioned to be macho and misogynistic, because that's how this culture works, and America: it's all your fault.
You see, Las Vegas is the ultimate worst of a hegemonic American culture, a funhouse mirror reflecting not just our vices but also our cultural depravity, the repugnant parts of who we are as a people, and as a society. That reflection might be exaggerated, twisted, and distorted, but make no mistake: it's truth.