From Nancy Fraser’s “Rethinking the Public Sphere.” Social Text, No. 25/26 (1990), p. 62.
[A] revisionist historiography neither undermines nor vindicates ‘the concept of the public sphere’ simpliciter, but that it calls into question four assumptions that are central to a specific—bourgeois masculinist—conception of the public sphere, at least as Habermas describes it. These are:
- the assumption that it is possible for interlocutors in a public sphere to bracket status differentials and to deliberate ‘as if’ they were social equals; the assumption, therefore, that societal equality is not a necessary condition for political democracy;
- the assumption that the proliferation of a multiplicity of competing publics is necessarily a step away from, rather than toward, greater democracy, and that a single, comprehensive public sphere is always preferable to a nexus of multiple publics;
- the assumption that discourse in public spheres should be restricted to deliberation about the common good, and that they appearance of ‘private interests’ and ‘private issues’ is always undesirable;
- the assumption that a functioning democratic public sphere requires a sharp separation between civil society and the state.
once when i was walking back home from hooking up with a guy i got rly distressed bc i thought cum would make my pores clog up and my face break out and i think that says a lot about me
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”