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By Julie Xiong, Staff Writer
Loneliness had a glow-up.
It’s no longer just sad little dinners with Steve Harvey reruns in the background while you stab at lukewarm pasta and avoid your own reflection. It’s no longer those gloomy afternoons spent hunched at your desk, eyes glazed over a screen, pretending to “work” until your phone finally dings! A message? A friend? No. It’s your daily Canvas notification. Happy Tuesday. 🙂
Loneliness is rebranded.
Now, it’s cool.
Slick and edgy.
Dimly lit.
Monotone filtered.
It’s no longer a feeling.
It’s a vibe.
Open Instagram during your next family dinner (they haven’t asked how school is going in months), and behold: other lonely people. But their loneliness seems so much more bearable than your own.
Your loneliness is ugly, raw. A strait-jacket threatening to swallow you whole. Their loneliness is wrapped in cashmere and kissed by candlelight.
It’s in grainy selfies with unread books and untouched glasses of red wine. It’s in playlists titled “songs for staring at the ceiling at 3am.” It’s in the apartment tours showcasing echoey rooms lit like music videos, filled with emotionally unavailable furniture. They even wear their isolation: that viral perfume “Missing Person” by PHLUR promises the scent of someone who just left—“the lingering smell of your lover’s skin.” Only $99 to smell like abandonment.
Don’t you want to be like “them”? Who is this “them,” now, you may ask. Think “Sigma male”: the lone wolves, non-conformists, untouchable because they are elevated from the rest of us. Or the “lonely genius”; their brilliance is too complex for us laymen. They are archetypes constructed by the media whose loneliness is only a price for their success.
Loneliness isn’t new. But its current form—filtered, glamorized, and fed to us on loop—feels modern. It doesn’t scream, it whispers, then infiltrates your brain until it becomes the “correct” way to be lonely.
And maybe it started as something good. A cultural move to de-stigmatize isolation. A little validation for a very human ache. But when did validation become monetization? When did pain get an ad deal?
Because here’s the thing: when we aestheticize loneliness, we silence the people who are actually suffering from it. It becomes harder to say “I’m struggling” when the world is celebrating disconnection as self-actualization.
You can’t cry out in a room where everyone’s performing their sadness like it’s a street spectacle.
You can’t share your real struggles when the whole world is #healing in mood lighting.
In this era of curated vulnerability, even grief gets a glow filter. It feels as if you are the inauthentic one for grieving unaesthetically.
But how does loneliness really feel? To be clear, solitude can be beautiful. Sacred, even.
There’s deep value in being alone—in learning to sit with yourself without reaching for the remote, the phone, the distraction. But loneliness—the kind that gnaws at your sense of self, that isolates rather than restores—is not something to be celebrated. It’s something to be seen, named, and met with compassion.
So maybe the real rebellion isn’t turning your sadness into another product to be gawked at.
Maybe it’s sending a “hey, wanna hang?”
Maybe it’s replying to “how are you?” with something genuine.
Maybe it’s reaching past the screen, reaching for a friend.
Maybe it’s turning the music off and hearing the world around you. Maybe even sing a little song of your own.
We need a culture that can tell the difference. One that doesn’t confuse aesthetic sadness with emotional depth. One that can romanticize stillness and quiet without glamorizing disconnection. Because in the end, the most radical thing we can do might not be embracing loneliness but helping each other reach out from it.
