I will never turn on the “Big Light.” The term has become shorthand for any overhead, flush-mounted light — especially a boob light, especially one with a glaring, cool, too-bright tone. I’m not the only one — as Luke Winkie reported for Slate, the Big Light is polarizing, and it’s become a source of domestic discord between partners and roommates, some of whom see turning on the Big Light as an act of war.
I had a brain injury as a teenager that left me with extreme sensitivity to bright light, to the point of it triggering debilitating migraines.
It’s not fragility, and you’re an asshole who deserves to suffer since that’s the only way you’ll ever gain empathy for others.