Does this make me a feminist?

I found this ad simultaneously offensive and arousing.

One one hand, I think it's aggressive, sexist and just plain wrong. Violent, even. One might argue that it borders on sexual harassment.

But the other part of me thinks it's damn sexy.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I wondered: Have I really been desensitized to the point where I don't find such a blatant display of predatory male dominance totally disgusting?

Apparently I have.

There is no, no, no way an ad like this would fly back home; people would be protesting in the streets and demanding it be removed. But not in Vegas, no sir. Instead, it's par for the course. Just another day on The Strip.

I'm still not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

A combination of curiosity and convenience led me to investigate this a little further. That's right, I actually went to this event earlier this week.

I wore pants.

I wasn't sure what to expect, a crowd of half-drunk mid-career professionals talking inappropriately after a few too many Manhattans; a herd of suits with a sprinkling of Samantha Jones-style man eaters here and there; or something altogether different?

Surprisingly -- and thankfully -- it was a very respectable event. The crowd was small, reserved, and responsible. People were drinking tea. No one called me "tutz" or "doll." And there was no grabbing of anyone's goods.

There were, however, very few women in attendance -- and of the few who were there, none were wearing fishnets.

Personally, I was relieved -- though I'm sure the same can't be said for all of the men in attendance.

I'm sure some of them were ready to file a complaint citing false advertising.