FROM LYN'S JOURNAL, 1974

	I don't know what Edie wants. She thinks Marge and I are too
	middle-of-the-road, and maybe we are. But I have marched and
	rallied till I'm bleary-eyed. For Shirley Chisholm. For
	Bell. I've licked so many envelopes, my tongue has paper cuts.
	I'm just going to have to tell her I'm sorry about the
	Jo Ann Little thing, but I promised Peter I'd go skiing and I'm
	keeping that promise.
	I cannot be what Edie wants and still
	be all Peter needs me to be.

	Edie's right when she says Peter's suppressive.
	He is.
	But no more so that Edie (I'd like to tell her).
	Why do I always put myself in a place where I'm trying to
	please people who seem impossible to please?
	I saw a Mary Tyler Moore rerun tonight,
	and I couldn't help seeing how much I'm like Mary,
	and Peter is self-involved like Ted Knight,
	and Edie is just like Lou Grant.
	I must work on this with Dr. Stein.
	Glad I finally made an appointment -- only wish I'd
	been in therapy long before now.

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