I worked in construction for nearly 20 years.
The first misnomer is that 'people get paid for danger jobs'. The most dangerous jobs ie the ones that end up in most deaths each year is agriculture. I believe this stat although falling, is pretty static over time.
The next is slips trips and falls from height. So in this scenario the farmers and then the roofers and scaffolders would be the highest paid people in the UK.
This is why drones have been so successful in the industry, taking the risk away from anyone inspecting at height, and why it now costs so much to erect scaffolding rather than just shimmy up a ladder.
The next misnomer is that women can't do the job. The job itself, the technical side, can be done by anyone who is capable and willing and good at their job. The problem comes in the macho culture that men have in which they are all too scared of saying 'it is too heavy' when it is, and just carry on to avoid being calling a wimp. As an example, 30 years ago when I was promoted, I found it annoying that a 30kg sample bag of aggregate was repeatedly being overfilled to 40kg or more making it virtually impossible to lift. So I ordered smaller bags. This meant a 30kg sample had to be put into 2 bags and even if overfilled, got nowhere near to 40kg. Everyone moaned about it, especially the older men. However every single one of them sidled up to me one on one, and said 'thank you, those bags do my back in'. The problem also comes that men will just load more and more on so that the standard becomes the norm that costs are based on. So for example carrying x tiles up to a roof will take longer if you take up less each time compared to the people who take more up each time. So in turn you WILL get paid less.
The reason why women leave is the same reason I left, you have to do more than the men to 'prove' yourself, or endure relentless bullying and jibing 'banter' and on long hot summer days, it is pretty relentless. You have to endure what they might call 'microagressions' these days of a sexual nature day in day out, about your body, your clothes, your PPE, your timing, too early 'she came too soon', too late 'get a test done love', just on and on and on. It is quite draining and no matter how many retorts you give back it never ends.
And then there is the weather. Out in all of them. You need suncream and a puffer jacket and high vis jacket and high vis vest and spare trousers in case you get drenched, and gloves, and a hat and, well, a whole wardrobe for a significant part of the year in the back of your cab. And when a bloke needs to borrow something he will go in and riffle through to get it, and then he finds some tampons. I mean, with 30 other blokes around that isn't going to be a lot of fun. Anyone who is concerned about 'looking good' not wanting broken nails, or rough tied up hair or looking like a drowned rat half the day really is not going to be happy on construction sites.
I remember one winter working on a road project, the snow was coming in off the coast horizontally, I had foil and bubble wrap in my boots, I had god knows how many layers on, Hood up, scarf on, had to keep taking my gloves off to do some pressing of buttons that were freezing up and writing down figures, all day long. Went back to the cold cabin for coffee, lunch and an afternoon drink. All day. And when I got home I had to listen to my house mate wanging on about someone daring to open a window in their office.