There are certain things in life that are an immediate turn off to me. Adults who don't close their mouths when they eat. Women who say, "I'm not mad, I just find it interesting...". Patriots fans. But somewhere near the top of that list is something I can only refer to as "corporate approved edginess."
Vegas is crawling with this in one way or another, especially at all of the "sexy" attractions at the big hotel casinos. I have a hard time thinking of something as Taboo when its sponsored by a trillion dollar multinational corporation.
Step into this "dive bar" tourist attraction and you'll see the two bartender girls in their jean cutoff/bikini top uniforms dancing to a premade mix of country and classic rock that might as well be hosted by the shitkicker version of Casey Kasem. They have megaphones that they occasionally sing or shout an insult into. since it's a megaphone you can never understand what they're saying, but how they're saying it just screams "I'm reading from a script." They try to insult the male customers and embarrass them into buying more drinks, and you're supposed to believe they're rebels because they do shots at work.
Now, I'm all for hot tough chicks. I'm all for smartass sarcastic women who aren't afraid to put a man in his place. I'm all for dive bars with country music on the jukebox (just look at my favorite hometown haunt Nick-A-Nee's). But that's not what this is. This is a Johnny Rockets for people who have some weird fetish for "hot biker" chicks from 80s music videos.