It seems everyone and their great grandmothers are starting to go gaga for ganja, but there's still this, like, shady subculture connotation that looms over the plant itself. When the average person -- not a coastal liberal-minded Millennial, but the average person -- thinks about weed, they envision Haight Ashbury in the 60s, Compton, Woodstock, and suburban house parties with a lack of parental supervision. This is not made any better by the fact that weed usually comes in the same type of baggie that holds crack -- or at a fancy dispensary, where you first have to go through multiple ID checks, medical tubes. Scary! And certainly not chic.

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