"He Menaced Me...."

Reader! We are gathered here, the cream of humanity, the most brilliant and best of our sex, radiant with pizzzazzzz, dripping with wisdom, the smartest Conflab in the history of civilization, working each and every hour to correct the errors of oafs, blockheads, dolts, dim-wits, twits and scoundrels, and yet………..can we spend all our time righting the wrongs of men?

No. We. Cannot!

It’s time come to the aid of our fellow woman. Read on:

Dear E. Jean,

We have a mutual acquaintance in our friend Jill—and I'm reaching out because I'm being discouraged on every front. Here’s the short version:

I was menaced at a casino in Vegas early in August. No help from the hotel. They convinced my husband I'd hallucinated from too much THC (total crock of shit—gummies daily and was totally sober). Ended up in a hospital holding room with no mask (!) water or IV (despite blood work showing severely low potassium). After I spoke up and complained, they sedated me. They told my husband that I'd confronted a security guard.

I want to sue the hospital for gross negligence and the hotel for negligence in their security and for kicking my husband and I out after I spoke up about being menaced. (After the hospital, we ended up at a sister property.)

Documentation exists—but “Risk Management” at the hotel won't release the video which would prove I didn't hallucinate, and that I was telling the truth. Friends in the legal community think I won't find representation against a Las Vegas casino, but I'm not going to go away! I'm angry! I reached out to Gloria Allred, several civil attorneys, and I'm just lost. —L

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Ms L, My Dear:

What do you mean you were “menaced” in a casino?

Ravishing regards,

E. Jean

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Dear E. Jean,

What do I mean? I was walking alone through the casino around 1:30 am. A man was walking towards me and given that I was attending a business conference, it was drilled into my head to presume anyone could be an attendee and I should at least return any greeting or pleasantry. He said, "Good evening" as we kept walking in each other's direction and I replied with the same. In no more than two steps he lunged towards me and when I made the classic "hands up/back off" gesture, he said, "Not bothering with you" and walked around me.

I'm a NYC woman. I'l lived in Fort Greene, Astoria and Washington Heights alone. I've taken thousands of late night cabs. I know the difference between polite and threatening. Between a pleasantry and a hopeful attempt at a sexual advance.

I also know I was totally sober and if I had been suffering from any mental affliction, it was that I had just picked up some chicken wings and was 'hangry.'

What if he'd had a syringe? A patch? He was close enough to make that move. Security never followed up, so who even knows if he didn't succeed with someone else? This is part of everything I'm now unpacking mentally.

E. Jean, I just feel like everyone involved is getting away with their behavior—from the man in the incident, to the hotel security, to the hospital. The fact that no one would listen to me (including my husband), the fact that hotel security was convinced I'd hallucinated the entire incident because there were gummies from a dispensary in Las Vegas in my nightstand, the fact that my work team—who I thought had my back—has disappeared on me. It all just hurts and angers me on a level I can't express.

I can find some small justification in the radio silence from my coworkers as I was a contract employee (in essence a long term temp) and they're following protocol. But not a single personal text to me or my husband? In two weeks?

My husband has come around (after we got home and I went for physical and psychiatric evaluations). Risk Management at the hotel told him we wouldn't get video without a subpoena—why not? Do they have something to hide? Like the fact that it DID happen and the security guards tried to gaslight my husband and I?

I don't know where to go from here. I'm the primary income in my household so that just adds to the pressure and diverts my energy from healing. —L.

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L, My Luv, My Luv, My Luv, Listen,

You’ll see 12 female justices on the Supreme Court before a big Vegas hotel acknowledges it caused you pain, and proving a hospital’s negligence caused you grievous suffering would require a phalanx of attorneys, psychologists, psychopharmacologists, witnesses, damages consultants, jury consultants, etc., etc., with a trial running in the neighborhood of two or three million dollars.

On the other hand………………….you can forget it. You can stop telling bad