Written by Kelly Schirmann for Vice News.
As a weed trimmer—a position almost always filled by women—I can earn $3000 a week. But the sexism and stigma on marijuana farms have always made me wonder if it’s worth it.
The new girls got in late last night and are all up at seven, being led around the dusty grounds of the property in the early morning sun. They are still dressed in their city clothes—tight jeans and cute shoes—and as they shuffle across the dirt and dry gravel they talk excitedly to one another, shielding their eyes as the bright sun slides slowly over the mountain, already coming up to punish us.
This time of year, new girls are constantly coming to the property. It’s mid-July in southern Humboldt County, and the first round of the year’s marijuana harvest—all one thousand pounds of it—is hanging in the sheds or newly dried in contractor bags and cardboard boxes, ready for us to start trimming into perfect, salable little nuggets. From now until Christmas, we’ll trim 16 hours a day, every day. We’ll sit the whole time, break sparingly for food, and only get up to the go to the bathroom when we absolutely must. We’ll smoke constantly and increasingly. Even with 30 of us, we’ll be pushing to get it all done before the end of the year.