Kathy to Hilary, July 22, 1972 cont., Tehran, Iran 
Hilary, do as you would be done by and don’t let them force you into being a “little” woman. You sympathize with Women’s Lib--I know you do--you know I do--even before I knew what it was. Do you remember my dream of Utopia, green fields, wandering in far and foreign lands--I don’t expect you do--but anyway, I would sit and plan about running away, but the fact that quite possibly the wanderer could get raped seemed like a problem. I don’t mind if my consent is asked and given, but it seemed a little unfair that I might not realize my dream because I’m worried about rapists. Guys don’t have to worry about this. And it also seemed so wrong to me that I, who obviously at that time had some talents (although I’ve frittered them--I think it has something to do with getting older) could only be a secretary or a nurse or GOD FORBID a housewife.
Whatever you do, don’t marry a Greek shipping magnate for money! Marry him for love!
I too suffered from a motorcycle accident--I have a beautiful set of scars--8 1/2 inch stripes on my right calf, also a scraped knee and elbow. I feel like an African warrior with scars showing my initiation into the mysteries of adulthood. I have a superstitious feeling that I am cursed. Whatever I try physically is bound to end in an accident. I could cite you innumerable instances but I know you’re already too bored for words.
We feel 53 1/2 % sure that we may be going to Fort Monmouth, NJ next August (73), touring Austria, German, and Italy on the way. I can see Keats House in Rome and the Gulf where Shelley drowned and my own revered birthplace. I believe New Jersey is not all that far from Washington--it wasn’t the last time I was in the States (has it been two years???) and Steve and I can train on down. I can show you all my scars and my chipped tooth and my new glasses. (Wire frames are a little passé, after all EVERYBODY owns a pair, but what could I do. These are silver and squarish--they’re just like a pair of boxy old glasses--I miss my other glasses.) It would be ok to live in NJ, especially if I could go to the International School in New York and finish my Baccalaureate there but it costs money we don’t have oh money money money money. I’ll probably end up in a common American high school. How sad.
I don’t particularly care to go back to the States. It will be so alien to me. So civilized. Everyone is so urbane and hypocritical and liberal. I’d vote for McGovern too if I could vote but you know all the Army people here are for dear old Nixon (God bless his reign)--have you heard the slogan--“Vote for Nixon ’72, don’t change Dicks in the middle of a screw”--my friend Leslie heard it in Washington. She said she called you while she was there but the line was busy. (It’s still the same number, right?) Ours, in case you are curious, is 775785. Leslie’s still back in the States, Las Vegas or Disneyland or someplace.
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