By Lola Augustine Brown May 30, We were in the family change room at the local public pool. I was struggling to get my toddler and my six-year-old showered, and my just-turnedyear-old daughter was standing by the shower in her bathing suit waiting for us. I glanced up just as a childless adult man—probably in his mid-twenties—openly checked my daughter out, his eyes scanning her body, before he disappeared through the door to the pool. I was too shocked to say anything.