Guest Post by Todd Hayen
I remember as a kid that privacy was pretty important. It really did have a sort of sanctity to it. There was a deep principle violated if someone invaded your private domain, and the abhorrence to this invasion and betrayal was often conveyed in movies, TV shows, and books.
This sensitivity seemed most prevalent when it came to sexual matters—such as affairs, body parts being exposed, rapes or other bodily transgressions. Most of this stuff was considered horrendous when violated due to shame. But even the shame was a privacy-based shame. Meaning a person was shamed if their privacy was invaded, simply because privacy was sacred, and people felt horribly betrayed if it was breached.