In kindergarten we learned to capitalize our first names. It’s a proper noun, our teachers said, so it gets a big letter. The same went for our last names, street addresses, holidays, or the beginning of a sentence, no matter how short.
At some point in the next several decades of our life, we forgot the rules. (Or, at least, a majority of the population forgot.) People began capitalizing words at random. Verbs, insignificant nouns, even pronouns got the big-letter treatment.
For whatever reason, these words have been crowned, throwing all caution to the proper linguistic wind.
No one thinks to hire a copy editor.
Titles’ main words are capitalized.
I’m going to read “To Kill a Mockingbird,” one of my favorite books.
Only proper nouns get the big-guy treatment. This means names, holidays, and the first word of a complete sentence.
Jan Brady lives on Groovy Lane in Hippyville, Fla. She has a brother named Peter, with whom she likes to celebrate Arbor Day. They also enjoy eating applesauce on Tuesdays.