I hate Arial too, but I hate Arial Narrow more than anything. I wish the designer of such a terrible font would find his or herself cut into tiny pieces and distributed among tin cans of sardines. (I don’t eat sardines, but even if I did, I wouldn’t mind a bite of this particular fingertip.) Looking at Arial Narrow makes me feel so claustrophobic…such lovely words, though often misplaced amongst each other, all squished together into a tiny tin can. They can’t breathe! Don’t people realize that words need to breathe?
My eyes need space, too. They want nicely filled out letters, just like they’re drawn to nicely filled out people. It’s no good when some one’s too skinny. People and letters have so much in common. Both need room to sprawl out.
Lines do too. And paragraphs. Everything needs its place in the confines of the page. Like a bloke in a public restroom: given more than one choice, one doesn’t pick the urinal right next to the other guy pissing. It’s no good when all the words are at the top of a page, or all squished onto the left. Pictures too. All have their places. And there are right places for them, and wrong ones. Far too often humans neglect this. One should have to go to a trade school to produce a document. Or at least pass a test.
I think that if more people understood this, the correspondance of the world would be much more attractive, and perhaps more people would be likely to do their taxes on time.