Photo courtesy of leb.fbi.gov. The bathroom doors in our home have no locks, and I’ve never considered that a problem. You shut the door, do what you need to do, and get on with your day. Apparently, my teenage daughter feels differently. The other morning, as she was taking one of her marathon-length showers, I knocked and called above the shower spray: “Can I come in?” I simply wanted to grab something from the bathroom cabinet. “No!” she screamed in response. Undaunted, I opened the door, or attempted to. She had rigged it so that a stretchy hair band, wound around both the door to the bathroom and the closet, would prevent any unwanted intruders from barging in on her privacy. I don’t think my daughter’s behavior is all that unusual. Having shared a locker room with a gaggle of giggling teenage girls—members of a swim team at the pool where I belong—I’ve marveled at… Read More
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