We are consumers that rarely ever think about the people who make our clothing, or what they go through. In Sweatshop Deadly Fashion, fellow consumers really get to learn about what sweatshop workers live like through three Norwegian students. The three students go to Cambodia with no idea really what they will be seeing or where they will be working. They are given jobs working at a clothing factory that makes H&M’s clothing. All three of the students quickly learn that the life of these workers is cruel, agonizing, and is horrific. Frida, Ludwig, and Anniken are torn out of their world and have to live like these workers and be on a specific budget while in Cambodia.
The fashion world is way more messed up then anyone can imagen, and the more we buy certain clothes, the more these poor people suffer. The workers only get paid $3 per week to make garments that are at least $50 or more. What is worse is that the workers only get merely a couple cents after doing the same stich all day every day for their entire lives. What really struck me as a viewer was how because the workers have such low income a lot of their family members die of starvation. They don’t die of natural cause they starve because all of the money that they have earned goes towards paying bills, and make sure children are fed. It is a horrible thing to think about all of these third world countries that have to suffer for our gain and life style really.
The fashion industry really needs to make drastic changes quickly because if this doesn’t stop, I know that I personally will no longer shop at those stores. It is inhumane and is pretty much an awful kind of slavery. The sweatshop workers that live like the people in Cambodia on the documentary live like animals essentially, and it needs to stop. What is worse is that in the documentary the sweatshop that the three students worked at was considered the nicest and the safest even though it was a non-stop, hot work environment. There are places that are 1,000 times worse and it really makes me want to cry every time I think about it. It needs to end and the little thing can help, even getting people aware of it would go the extra mile.


