On most Saturday mornings, I take my youngest daughter to the Y for swim class. While she’s in the water, I sit on the bleachers and watch her, and chat with other parents.
Doing so makes me a perv in the eyes of some Muslim men. Or at least, they object to my presence when their daughters or wives are in the water, too. If I lived in Canada, or Sweden, and my daughter and I went to a municipal pool, I might be told to scram — just because I’m a guy.