Of course the family that prints every second word bold for no fucking reason is into bold outfits.
There is a reason. The writer is trying to inject the exact tone of this conversation into the writing. If it were written plaintext, the reader could add their own emphasis to the words, and it might come out differently than the artist intended. When I’m making a more passionate point, I put a lot of words in italics—and I use a lot of M dashes. Because it paces exactly what I’m saying to make my point exactly how I want it to sound in your head.
Generally, you only use one emphasized word/phrase per sentence, otherwise the entire thing feels stilted and unnatural.
In panel 3, the only word that really needs to be bolded is “true”; the rest of them just break the flow.
Eh, I’d disagree. And I think this is where it becomes a matter of taste. When I see it, I read it with the emphasis in my head. It does add something for me. Maybe because I choose to do my writing similarly, that this sort of matters to me. You’re probably right that a lot of people overlook it. To each their own, I guess.
Well Sarahs shirt is italic!
I never thought I could actually hate a child untill my niece I helped raise went to school and this kid started bullying and being controlling of my niece, god I hated that little fucking spoilt little bitch and her terrible enabling parents, think Angelica from Rugrats but meaner, thankfully for my niece, the next year they got split into different classes and she went onto find a new victim.
But yeah, god I hated that kid so much.
I feel this every time my daughter gets dressed and then changes her mind on her outfit for school. We do our best to enforce a positive body image in her but she worries too much about what others say.
It’s hard to not care what others say when you’re forced into a pressure pot with them for hours at a time with no escape.
And the old advice of “just ignore them” does not work for all people. Sweet if it works for you, advice giver.
And it’s worse yet if the teachers don’t care… or partake in it.
All my homies hate Sarah