Let me be the lone voice of reason: I do not want to turn on five lamps to achieve the amount of light the Big Light deliversIf there is one thing I have learned from a life lived on the internet, it is that being sent into a spiral of existential dread can come from the unlikeliest of places. And what could be more unlikely than wondering about the dire prospects of humankind through the prism of the Big Light? That’s right, the lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling, the main light, the one operated from the wall switch that you instinctively feel around for when you enter a room. If TikTok is to be believed, people around the world are saying “Down with the Big Light”, with videos that urge viewers never to use it and claim turning it on is a dating red flag garnering millions of views – all of which has left me wondering: truly, is nothing sacred?I confess that defending the Big Light has long been a personal mission. My husband is a lamp guy. He values “mood”, whereas if I am unable to read a clothing care label or find a contact lens because it’s so dark, the only mood I find myself in is “fuming”. I don’t want to have to scuttle around a room turning on five lamps to achieve the amount of light the Big Light delivers. Even among our friends, the tide has turned, with one now openly trading in Big-Light falsehoods: “They are always just horrible blue lights beaming down on you, like you are being interrogated.”Coco Khan is a freelance writer and co-host of the politics podcast Pod Save the UK Continue reading…