I wouldn’t dream of sitting in the middle of a changing space if it was a women’s only or predominantly women’s clothing shop. It wouldn’t matter if the store had put up a unisex sign or (as is more often the case) effectively allowed it to become unisex without being open about it.
I’m not a woman, but I’m aware of how vulnerable it can feel to be semi-nude in spaces with ill-fitting curtains, and also conscious that a proportion of other men will take the opportunity, when presented, to do things like ‘accidentally’ open curtains, record on their mobiles, or generally be leery as hell.
Because I know that women who don’t know me have no way of telling what my intentions are, I will try my best not to make them uneasy. That means I wait outside the changing area, even if DP indicates there are chairs inside.
That means I would get up and leave a ‘parents’ room as soon as I could (assuming I’ve had no choice but to be in there in the first place to change a nappy), if someone comes in to BF. It also means I cross over the road at night, so I’m not giving the impression of following a lone woman who’s ahead of me.
Doing these sorts of things is what a decent man should do automatically.
By getting all uptight about NAMALT, or claiming my Man-given ‘right’ to be anywhere I damn well please because ‘equality’ (or something equally facile which curiously only applies consistently to those of us born male), then I end up helping the creepy men out there destroy safeguards and trample the privacy of my Mum, aunties, SiLs, DDs, DSDs etc.