If you read that headline and saw nothing at all wrong with it then pay attention – this post is for you. If you read it and wanted to punch me in the face, you’ll probably enjoy this as well.
I have talked before about my pet spelling and grammar hates, especially when it comes to text messages, but this is a very specific rant about the overuse of capitals. Having worked for some time as a copywriter and having spent a couple of years in the newsroom of my local paper, I am programmed to be on the look out for errant capitals, and it seems there are plenty of them about.
This van made me particularly angry recently; so much so that a large part of me wanted to call them and complain.* It would be extremely difficult to squeeze more capital letters onto the back of one vehicle.
(Also, what is a LOLER examination? It sounds fun.)
This post is a message to all of you who think that just because a word sounds like it might be a little bit important in the context of a sentence, that it should be capitalised.
It should not.
It’s for anyone who believes that titles, bullet points or anything else like that are actually so important that they should be jam packed with capital letters.
They should not.
Seriously, get a grip.
Capital letters should be used at the beginning of sentences, for the word I, at the beginnings of places or people’s names, and in a few other circumstances such as book titles and acronyms. The rest of the time you should keep your finger off the shift key.
I do of course sometimes use capital letters in the middle of a sentence, but I do it in a Winnie the Pooh sort of a way. I might say for instance that I had a gin and tonic for lunch and that it probably wasn’t a Terribly Good Idea. This is OK. This is a joke. If I wrote that I had a Gin and Tonic for lunch, simply because those words are nouns, then I would have to kick myself hard in the shin.
Am I alone in this? How do you feel about the overuse of capital letters?
*I was stopped, hand brake on, in a traffic jam when I took this, not driving along at 70mph fuming about grammar, swerving around like a mad woman with a camera.