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.
It’s a deal breaker for me and I’m none of those things.
I say deal breaker, but in fact it just means I don’t go to those places where people have interrogation lights on all the time. Those people don’t care and I don’t have to put up with it. Win-win.