Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Power Pointless

Through the years I have grown to hate Power Point; a hatred that has only grown since returning to college. While I understand how this program can be useful and make presenting easier, some have come to depend on it in an unhealthy fashion. Take school for instance. I go to an art school chock full of designers and creative, right brain individuals. Watching my teacher, who is a professional graphic designer, rely on pitiful power point presentations to get through every class is painful. Not merely because they are boring and dull. They almost hurt to look at! Here is a professional woman that has spent a good portion of her life getting paid to design great pieces for important clients..and she is degrading herself with a bunch of lackluster slides to help aide her in reaching a group of design students. It isn't bad enough that a woman we are to look up to chooses to demean herself in such a way, but when I watch fellow classmates do it I cringe inside. To see someone that in the past has blown me away with their eye for design make a boring and incidentally unnecessary power point presentation makes me crazy. Then of course the audience they choose to show this pathetic attempt at "communication" is our student AIGA (American Institute of Graphic Arts) group. Which brings me to another point on reasons I hate power point. When it is used without purpose. If your power point consists of one word or sentence slides I have a hard time listening to you. I'm too busy trying to figure out why you didn't just jot down these notes on a paper or note cards. It isn't as though she wanted to give us something to look at; unless her goal was to make a power point of notes in the ugliest way possibly. Then by all means, forgive me for criticising such a brilliant choice..
Now don't get me wrong; for one reason or another I too have implemented this program. But as a designer and as someone who thinks (most likely too much) about it, I put a little extra effort into keeping it from making the designer in me want to slit her wrists.