A while ago, a friend asked for my help with her resume. I said I’d take a look, but reminded her that, since I wasn’t in her field, some of my comments might not be applicable. Every field looks for different things, so what’s necessary for a copywriter’s resume might mean squat for an aspiring teacher.
My friend was fine with that and then mentioned that she wanted to make her resume stand out by using a different font. I am by no means a resume guru, but my warning bells went off. Everything I have ever read about resumes say to keep it to a certain pool of fonts…don’t go all Brush Stroke to get attention because what you really want is readability. Visions of pink scented paper a la Elle Woods flashed into my head even though my friend is more the Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas sort.
I stopped myself from shouting “Oh dear God, no!” and went with “just not that horrible Comic Sans.”
My friend was offended. She loved Comic Sans (although, luckily, that wasn’t her resume font of choice). All her friends loved Comic Sans. In fact, they all used Comic Sans in their classrooms. What could I possible have against the font?
Perhaps I’d been hanging around graphic artists for too long and had absorbed their anti-Comic Sans mantra.
My friend liked it because it was cheery. I hated it because it was cheery. My friend liked it because it looked child-like. I hated it because it looked childish.
McSweeny’s swear-fest diatribe gives Comic Sans a decidedly less child-like personality, but I’m still not a fan. Grumble, grumble, grumble.