The Vulgarity of My Blog Is What Makes It Me

I launched the Hotard Huddle about two and half years ago now. One of the most common detractors I receive about my blog is the language in which I speak. I have heard it from family, friends and random individuals who I don’t know from a ham sandwich who happen to stumble across my blog.

They tell me I should tone down the cursing. First of all, have you met me? Second…Not. A. Fucking. Chance.

I get it. Cursing is offensive and can turn some people off. Good riddance, you are more than welcome to bypass a post you don’t like. I am not going to compromise my personality, my blog and my creation for the sake not offending someone. If I start using racist slurs, homophobic slurs, or anything tearing down a community of people…let me know.

I already keep some thoughts I have under lock and key because those ideas would create a shit storm that I am just not interested in swimming through.

If someone thinks a few curse words make me a bad person…well put away your umbrella. I really don’t need your shade.

I have had someone tell me that I can be more creative without having to use swear words. That person is right. I definitely can. But I choose not to. Swear words are like exclamation points in written language. They give emphasis and meaning to which I speak.

This is my blog which means these ideas and thoughts come from my head. If you want politically correct and non-offensive language, you can get that from your local paper…which probably sucks.

If I want to call out someone and I feel like the phrase fuck boy fits the description, then fuck boy is what I will use. To me that sounds better than saying “oh man, that guy is not ready to throw down. He’s soft.” If I think someone is a douche canoe, then I will use that.

If I can’t be myself in my writing, then what the hell am I doing this for? I tried journalism and failed, remember?

The Hotard Huddle is my terms, my conditions, my world and my rules. I do what I want.

It wasn’t too long ago that I wrote a column about the Nicholls football program. For the first time ever, the football program looks like it will be good for years to come. So I wrote a column blowing sunshine up head coach Tim Rebowe’s ass because of what he has done for the program. I blew sunshine up his players’ asses also. In the end, I wrote “it is a great time to be a fucking Colonel.” Because it is damn it.

In case you haven’t noticed, I love the word “fuck” because of it’s diversity. When I speak and I am really amped up for something I don’t say “this is awesome.” I say “this is fucking awesome.” It just sounds better. It adds some flavor to it. It is not meant to be disrespectful. It is meant to proclaim my excitement.

Well, someone did not like that I said “fucking colonels.” That person decided to message me and very respectfully explain their position. They said that the university has enough issues trying to get people excited and that my language could cause some alumni and people in high places in the totem pole to be turned off and offended. I could totally see where the person was coming from. I worked for Nicholls in many capacities so I know how important it is to attract people and not turn them away.

In a respectful reply, I explained that my blog is not affiliated with the university in any way shape or form. I am not writing to be a PR outlet for anyone. I am writing for me. I am writing to tell stories from my perspective. I further explained the idea behind the huddle and that part of my shtick is to be a potty mouth because that is part of who I am. I went on to tell this person that if Nicholls began receiving detractors that I would absolutely consider editing the column because I would never want to cause a negative effect on the university I hold near and dear to my heart. However, I have no obligation to do that because my name is Michael Hotard and I do what I want. Just kidding, I didn’t say the last part. You get my point though.

The reason I am writing this is to explain why I write the way I do. For 7 months, I worked in a hell hole of a newspaper for a person I wouldn’t piss on if said person was on fire.

I lost all my confidence in my ability write. All of my words, my ideas became a clusterfuck. I second guessed everything I wrote and when I did finally get some words to paper, they were changed around because they weren’t good enough.

Now I can finally write what I want and say what I want and that is what I designed this blog for. That is what I will continue to do. If you don’t like it, peace out boy/girl scout. This is me and this is who I am. This is the Hotard Huddle.